The Storm

The Storm

1. Starting to spit
2. Becoming a storm
3. People start to cry

Mad, misty looking clouds, clog up the delicate, blue sky.  Little, mini pellets shoot down to earth.  Pocket sized bulbs of water franticly dance on the rusty roof tops. Young kids chatter away as the water drops tap dance on the saturated concrete.

Then …. lightning strikes like white paint splattering across the furious sky.  Thunder rumbles like a herd of elephants stampeding.  Frightened children panic waving their arms to and fro.

Tears drip down my cheeks. “Hold me!” one says before another bullet shoots.  Waters work start happening and wet patches on my face drip.  Everyone around me runs.

Olivia