Thunder storms......

I wait all afternoon for the thunder storms, after having read in the weather site that they were to pass through my city. In few moments, the whole weather changed, from a hot sunny afternoon to a dark overcast stormy late evening. The change is very dramatic.

And then, in another few minutes, it starts raining with a vengeance. As if, it was some revenge. My thoughts drift to a different time. At the same place, where now I watch the storm through the open windows, might have been natives a long long ago. What they would have felt at this sudden change? To what would they have attributed this sudden outburst? Something for which I eagerly awaited all afternoon to watch from the confines of my room, would surely have elicited a completely different response from them.

I see them running around...trying to get into shelters that won't protect them from this fury. There huddled up, I see fear in the face of the family head. I sense wonder and fear, mixed with the smell of the wet earth.

And as soon as it had arrived, it passes away. As if nothing had happened at all. What would they have attributed to be the reason for the abatement of the storm? I don't know. But for me a storm seems to be beautiful and exciting.

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Tag: Literature Prose

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