Beauty of a Storm

A Thunder storm me a a friend ran through to shut the windows in her house

 

I ran as quickly as I could across the rapidly flooding ground beneeth my feet. The sound of my footfalls were drowned out by the rythmic sound of the rain hitting stone and concrete. I was able to sense my direction only by the constant flashes in the sky, that seemed to lite up the whole land around me at once.

Author's Note

A shame I only got to expereice its intense beauty for only a brief moment, but it will stay in my memories for a lifetime. Even in a dark painful world like ours, there is still beauty left untouched and unspoiled.