A Peculiar Sight

It was, perhaps, the perfect place to watch the storm roll into the eastern boundaries. Too far inland to be submerged, the swatch of land was close enough for the fierce breeze. Come night, the sky had already darkened to black, hours before, and bright flashes illuminated the landscape. Pretend Lightening, there was no sound of crashes. Cracks of limbs were muted by sheer whistles, feral screams that echoed between buildings. Inside, some TVs scrolled school dismissals as more reflected candlelight bearings. I observed the hurricane in delight; honored to witness a peculiar sight.