Glorious, heavenly light shone through bright, delicateclouds, signifying a new day.
The sky is as picturesque as your wildest dreamand as gloomy as a nightmare. The smattering of infinite low level clouds that arespread-out for miles upon sight and the serene milky cotton ball floatingthrough obstructed potions of the endless sky that showed off its infinitebeauty. The morning sky is mostly cloudy, but this morning the sky’s tone unhurriedlydarkened, as the clouds glide with wind which can’t be felt, splitting the sunrays into hundreds of bright fingers that marks the ground.
Heavy rain bouncedoff the rumbling sky. The droplets of water conquer the bright ball of light,greying the world around me. A smothering of icy waters beat my skin like hammersfalling out of the sky above.
People run, seeking shelter and umbrellas areunlocked shielding those under, as the clouds spit out pearls. The sound ofemptiness invading the streets, disrupting the loud expressive boom of rumblingshortly followed by a strike of vivid light. The pools of water unite to form;as the wall of showers gets heavier and all I can hear is the murmuring of the beadsof water. I sprint across the slippery path; my body enfeeble by the obscure weightof my soaked clothes.
Again. Thunder growling in the distance and a bolt of fulgurationsplintering the ball of flame blue sky into two. Sharp flashes of pure lightcast a glow against the monochromatic background. The cruelty, the insanitydemolishing the crystal reflection of the sky leaving darkness… But that is not all, the everlasting sound of crashing,shattering and destruction, falls over my fragile body leaving marks ofinsignificance. Although, the throbbing agony seems substantial, I endure theurge to look to the murky blues beyond. A certain gloominess illuminating theemotions of my suffering.
The “phut-phut” isn’t undemanding, swollen drops ofwater I am hearing, as the shadowy firmament releases its frustration. Islithered transversely on the shone cold trajectory with no grip, fighting myway out of the fast approaching hail storm. The hovering air screeches like arusty door. Heavy rain falls as heavy rocks from the sky. Trees. They bend andmoan in wrath, branches torn like paper limbs. I felt myself sink into a state of ease, for I knew what wascoming next. The impending was inevitable and I could sense it nearing.
Theblissful cold falling gently down onto the dried lands seeking moisture thatthe weather can supply like an amplified thirst that relieves all. Through thesurface white petals gleaming through the dark gracefully falling through thethin air and the atmosphere rigid and unruly. Snow. The beauty of the softtexture and crunching sounds as my foot lays upon its manipulated surface.
Itlays peaceful in serenity. The velvet touch of the tranquil crystals falls fromabove with a loyal approach. The serene light shines through a glass of joy, asit flutters from place to place with no means of order, like a wild butterfly.The tantalizing snowflakes fluttered like ballerinas down to Earth.
Floatinggently down, landed on hilltops as if they are white blankets, keeping thehills covered. Bushes are delicately frosting over and trees enfolding in snowhats and scarves. Declining snow seems like diminutive angels which filled theskies.
Inexpressibly, the sky blazed in the dull mist. Filling rabbit holeswith whiteness; huddling families together. Qualityof darkness shifted in the sky, but the rain kept pouring. Time flies by,dissipating the true power of the elements. But when everything has gone dark,a glimmer of hope breaks dawn. Theonce icy atmosphere that leaves a chill down my spine flees in a rush meltingthe icicles dampening the floor beneath. I sense a transformation in the sky inthe east, due to the snow covering the white roads, becoming brighter.
As Istride along the road, I turn my head and see that dawn has broken. A mixtureof yellow and orange emerging on the horizon beneath a dark neon blue ocean ofnight that begins to evaporate into thin air, lost to everyone’s discomfort, againstthe tri-colored rainbow sky, trees of intense emerald, and the roofs of houses arelike shadows growing with the suns descent. The sky’s hue slowly darkens as the once gleamingsunlight set.
The ball of flame finally put to rest, waiting for next morning,as humanity remains hopeful for the rays of glistening light to rise cheerfullyagain, waking billions of people.