Storm

The summer day quieted. Dark clouds covered the sun and blue skies. No birds sang, and the air was cooler. A great wind carried across the tops of the oak trees, racing down through the lower branches and turning the green leaves against themselves to show their white undersides. There was a faint rumble and the sky grew darker still. Then the clouds lit up with a flash. A heart-jolting CRASH followed.

Another gust of wind whooshed in much stronger than before. Rain came with the wind – a steady patter of large drops…and then a downpour.

I jumped when more thunder boomed overhead. My damp hair blew into my eyes. I faced the wind, squinting as the rain hit me.

The storm had come.