Blinding light flashes across the sky. Trees thrash around trying to fight off the pushy wind. Angry purple clouds barrel across the sky.
Rain down pours on the city of Rockland as a new family sits in the open doorway of their home. Wind tramples through the open door, blowing papers off the stands. The new Mom and Dad sit on the porch watching the storm with their children. The two year old girl has her head buried in her father's chest. A muffled scream can be heard during each boom of thunder. The almost one year old boy sits curled up in his mother's lap, screaming with his sister.
Lightening streaks faster and faster across the sky. The two children scream louder as the thunder rolls over their home. The parents words of comfort are lost in the wind.
The girl peaks around her father's right arm and looks up at the sky. Her face slowly lights up as she watches the lightening reach for the ground. She no longer screams during each boom; her face is in awe. The little boy looks at his sister, and then up towards the sky. His face also relaxes. The new family sits on their porch and watches the storm die out. Tiny giggles escape the children's lips as they realize their fear was for nothing. The lightening, thunder, and rain stop, and the children get up to play in the mud puddles. The parents stand up and watch their young ones play with a smile on their faces, and a laugh in their hearts.

1 comment:
I'm impressed with the restraint here--the willingness to trust the material and to not overwrite and overexplain--this is a case where less is more, and you do a fine job of description without trying to pump it up with extras. You had a good idea and executed it well.
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