They held hands and slept through the storm.
Day 17 Inktober – Storm
The crackling of lightning is terrifying.
Yet, every time there is a storm,
Our eyes eagerly search the clouds
To get a glimpse of that flashing bolt of lightning again.
Storms are dark yet fascinating.
It was a pitch-dark starless night.
Rain pattered furiously on the streets,
The wind repeatedly rattled on my window screens.
I sat silently on the corner of the bed
With the sheets pulled close to my chest.
A tremendous flash of lightning
Cracked the sky in two,
Followed by a sharp thunderous boom
Sending shivers down my spine.
But, I listened to the violence of the storm all the while.
Frightened yet curiously amazed by the magnanimous power of the skies.
A red blazing spark of light shot down from the dark clouds that turned up out of nowhere. The sharp crackling sound of thunder got my heart racing. I had never seen anything like this before.
Wait, did I just see two human forms in the clouds with swords? Or were they only birds? The lightning must have blurred my vision!
The red lightning struck again! I quickly roll down the window of my cab to look up at the sky. I see a whirlpool forming. The clouds start drowning into the vast darkness of the whirlpool.
It looks like a portal. I have seen sci-fi films and read many fantasy books, always wishing out-of-ordinary instances like these would occur someday to make life extraordinary. However, this was not fiction, it was happening for real, I could see a portal in the sky!
This cannot be true. I stare at it without blinking my eyes. I can feel my heart sinking, drowning in fear but unable to react.
“Is it only the sky or will we all get absorbed into the darkness of this portal?”, I whisper to myself.
I am not quite sure how I feel at this very moment, I am not crying out in fear neither am I panicking. I guess shock has taken over my emotions and all I can do is gape with my mouth wide open at the flying humans in the sky and the red storm approaching through the open whirlpool.
Inquisitive is probably how I feel. I do not want this storm to consume me neither do I want it to stop, I wonder what this miracle is! How can I say that I want it to stop? Monotony of life has gotten deep into my skin, I shouldn’t be complaining. A supernatural phenomenon like this has never happened before, I should make the most of it!
In a flash, I decide to jump out of the cab to marvel at the rarity of this occurrence. I need to remember this, I need to write it down, sketch it, or wait..the fastest way to capture this moment is to click a photo. So, I look down to hunt for my phone in my bag and I suddenly realize the entire world just stopped.
Feeling dazed, I look around to find myself in the middle of a bustling street. Cars start honking and people step out of their shops and cars to look at me, and then I see my cab driver running in panic towards me. Everyone looks as startled as I am. I look at them and immediately look up at the sky. Nothing. It’s a bright sunny day!
I stand horrified in the middle of the street holding a book in my hand, The Words of Radiance by Brandon Sanderson.
*Things Book Lovers DO*
Long and lonely she stood
Waiting for the storm to pass.
Many dreadful, angry faces crossed her.
Not one friendly, helpful smile.
“Just a little while longer.”
She said to herself.
Soon came the time,
With a shrug of her shoulders
and a quick sudden pull,
She tore off the shackles,
Unfurling her dragon wings full.
A deep breath later, she took flight,
Leaving behind humanity and all of it’s supposed might.
Ghastly dark clouded sky,
Is this a warning, asking us to hide?
Lightning has begun to strike,
You are soon going to pour down
With all your might.
I fear what’s coming on tonight.
Show mercy, cause no havoc this time.