Beyond the Storm Path

The pulsing sound beating off the ground fills the air with mist. Leaving vibrant little drops glistening in my hair. Screaming louder and louder, seconds later, weakening to a dim. The gust of air becomes more powerful and begins to turn you to an angle. Your sound begins to roar once again, adding booms and flashes of something more. I seek light. I seek darkness. Then followed by the sounds of war. The sounds get louder and softer after every strike of light. Your sound begins to fade. Your pulsing, your flashing, and your war zone all fades to nothing. Light begins to whisper through the darkness, becoming more and more obvious through every wakening moment. Now all that is seen is a shinning ball of gold glistening through out the day.