My room is dark save the glow of a flickering candle. From my window, I see nothing but pitch black, not a light in sight.
Blinding dazzling shards of silver assault my eyes, a thunderous crash shakes my very soul.
Looking towards the ocean I see nothing until once again the heavens illuminate the scene. The sea glistens for a second then once again is gone.
Without warning a torrent of rain crashes from the sky, roaring, hissing. Droplets sparkle in the lightning’s glare.
The smell, that sound, the power, my trepidation lasts for but for a short while, then is gone
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Na’ama Yehuda for the picture.
In my tale there’s not a light in sight, but I resisted the tempation to photoshop all those windows into darkness as I thought that would be disrespectful to Na’ama’s snap!
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