Wao Noon Storm

. at high noon came the typhoon; zigzagging sparks of lightning crisscrosssed storm clouds that cracked and burst as thunder roared ominously. rain gushed down in torrents and, like furious waterfalls, hit everything, anything below, soaking the earth, drenching all thoroughly. after a while, it was gone; in the fresh stillness, wet greenery glistened in the sun, insects frolicked free, pleased, grateful, delirious. .