The Summer Storm - #NaBloPoMo

As the low rumbles increased to a roar, I awoke. My bed faced me towards the large bay window. I normally had no need of curtains – the light pollution of the city didn’t follow me to this (usually) quiet part of the country. The darkness outside my window enveloped the house.  The cacophony that woke me was followed by a bright flash. With the flash, I could see the trees across the street bent almost to the ground with the wind, leaves being ripped, torn and tossed. Another boom. And another. In the next flashes I could see spirals of leaves on the road funneling upwards into the sky. I could feel the fury through the roof over my head.

It continued for some minutes as the storm roared over, slowly dulling into a whisper. I slumped back down on my pillow, closing my eyes as the light show wound into the closing credits, falling, as the storm did back into a deep sleep.

In the morning I awoke again, this time to the crow of the neighbor’s rooster. The wind and lightning were gone, the sun slowly peeking through my window through a brightening cloudless blue sky. Leaves were stuck to the pavement, steam rising as the road heated. The daffodils and daisies in my garden were wiping the sleep out of their eyes and stretching towards the sun. The sweet smell of petrichor enticed. It was going to be a beautiful day.

This is my twenty-first blog post for #NaBloPoMom, #NaBloPablano and the Yeah Write Me NoMo Challenge.

November 2 - #NaBloPoMo

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  1. Well done Liv! A very descriptive post. I love reading and writing fiction like this,

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