The Storm

Rain fell like bullets upon the island, mercilessly hitting the soaked land with all its might. The palm fronds swung wildly in the air slapping against the trunk with the force of the biting cold wind. Peals of heavy thunder shook the earth and a brilliant shock of violet illuminated the sky revealing towering cumulonimbus clouds huddled close together, bearing down upon the sea and the sand. The waves crashed against the shore and swept over it, wetting it even further yet the island mantained its dome- like shape, refusing to sift into the murky water, to drown in its depths.

It must have been a sad and lonely scene, with the storm raging on at no one in particular, and the earth silently taking it upon itself, as if it understood why it was so angry, so hurt, so forlorn.