Stormy night

The sky flashed brilliant white. Sound of trumpets rang. The sky darkened; an assembly of clouds forming above. The clouds swirled above, like watercolors of grey and black mixed in the artist’s palette, a combination of darkness and thunder forming. The occasional tapping from the window quickened; the ticks of each water droplet marked its place on the glass. The wind whispered, the hollow echo bounced off the trees, shaking them roughly. The rainwater trickled down the roof; the steady stream that flowed onto the earthy ground. The corners of my room filled with darkness, the faded curtains swaying in the dark. I wiped the cold mist on my window using my sleeve. My long, bony finger touched the window, sending a chill shiver from the tip of my nail to the sole of my foot. The chill tickled my back uncomfortably, a clawing sensation that made me anxious. I filled my cheeks with air, lips thin, then puffing my hot breath onto the glass, the window now milky opaque. The fog faded, transparent again. I sucked in air, blowing once more; the fog radiated over the icy reflector. The trees began to shake noisily, leaves dragged across the sky by the wind. Branches snapped off and were tugged away from their wooden homes. The wind roared, eating objects up then throwing it back down, lifeless. I stared upwards into the night sky. My heart thumped louder, each beat was heard through my ears. The rhythm quickened, as I shuted my eyes to advert the power of the storm. Light flashed suddenly, followed by a deep rumble marking its highness. I tighten my grip on my blanket, my knuckles white from the dull light by my bed. My feet were tangled underneath me. The soft, cotton nightgown was pressed onto my hot, damp body. I wanted to scream, but couldn’t. No sounds could be heard. I could feel the bubbles of anger, distress rising, like soda fizz. My mouth quiver as the room flashed white, then the trumpets rang again in the air. The sounded lingered in my ears. I rubbed it to make it go away. Fists were clenched, one at each side of my shaking head. The darkness and the storm reminding me that I was weak, that I’m small, that I was useless in this life. That I am nothing in this world.