Weather

A grassy knoll, with a rich brown dirt road stretched out over it. pale blue skies as far as you can see. A brown wooden shack, half caved in. Bushes and weeds entangled all around it. A cool breeze wafting in from the harbour, brings with it a pungent salty aftersmell. Dark clouds off to the west. A storm is approaching quickly now. A white-yellow fork, divides the sky as my attention is drawn to the cold winds that are now driving furiously towards. The roar of thunder is near deafening, almost directly overhead now, mud puddles forming all around me as the road is beaten into submission by the pounding rain. I wish there was somewhere to go. a treestand, a cabin, a car, anything, That shack looks like it could blow over any second. Forks all around me now. Crashing and thudding. nowhere to go, drenched to the bone, hair up on end, what can I do? I think I’ll risk the cabin. It is shelter after all. It hasn’t blown over yet. could be I misjudged it. Crash! OK, time to make a run for it. Almost there. Crunch! Holly S**t! nothing but splinters left. One instant of pure destruction, blinding light, the sky tore open as the shack burst apart. 30 yards ahead, I’m staring in disbelief as I lay here, watching helplessly as the fury of nature chomps away at the landscape. nowhere to go, nothing to do. the rain is letting up. another flash across the sky. The air is so crisp and clean now. Distant thunder renders a soothing beat. I guess I should lift my a*s out of this puddle and be on my way. 

Reviews

[Stanley R. Teater]

You paint a very vivid picture. I enjoyed it very much.