The Storm

The thunder rumbled over ahead, like a drum, with a; FLASH! Here, And a, BANG, There. As the clouds gathered over the sky, like a mob of die-heart fans, and the long, weedy grass danced to the beat of the rumbles and groans. Then along came a man, his beady eyes, fixed on the swirling mass in the sky. One hand holding a long, inky umbrella, and the other hanging by his side. The wind surged through the meadow, filling it with fright and sorrow. The crows cawed over, ahead and the hillside seemed to fade. The man stepped forward and the sounds seemed to stop, momentarily. He flung off his traveller’s cloak, and he raised his arms, as if to hug the sky. And he blew off with the winds, to join the storms, as an equal. . . -Sakushla Gunasekara (Year 7)