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hecatesbrat
Title: Thunderstorm
Word Count: 356
Author's Notes: Was prompted to write for the word
The day was coming to a close; the setting sun lent it's colors to the sky. Oranges slid over pavement and up the side of buildings. white buildings turned a shade of butter yellow as the fading sun caressed them.
Puffy clouds of the afternoon were gone. Transformed into swollen, rolling clouds tinted with stolen orange and deep harsh greys. The heavens quickly losing the playful blue to become a celestial sea.
Blues so varied and diverse, it would make the oceans weep from their beauty. The cold steel blue melting into a dark sapphire blue. Bright cobalt being swallowed by a hue so rich it could only be named as midnight.
In the moment of a breath being drawn, the sun was no more. Dusk and a storm took it's place. The horizon outlined in black, as if it was drawn in Indian ink. Trees silhouetted by the same hand that carelessly did the horizon.
Thunder, harsh and gravelly, coiled from deep within the cloud's throat, as if waiting to strike virgin ears. The noise vibrating through the air, making dark waters dance and quiver.
It calls out, booming across the silence, beckoning as if to play.
A reply of violent illumination cascades over the contours of the clouds. Pregnant thunder heads breached; a torrent of rain starts to fall. A tattoo of sound adding to the cacophony of laughing thunder.
Water dances and bounces the droplets back up into the air before accepting it into the calm depths.
Racing, dancing and flashing it's vivid brightness, the electricity moves in a zig zag pattern. Unchoreographed moves across the darkness.
Thunder claps and shakes the earth, moments later electric fingers reaching down; stretching but not quite grasping it's target.
The scent of clean fills the air and the smell of ozone counters. A fight, a dance; a clash of elements.
Time slithers by, bringing the release of the storm's grip: Clouds leave, the lightening halts its violent dance, the thunder silences itself and the heavens reveal a starry night, thick and full. Each blinking star a mere fraction of the lightening that danced there moments before.
hecatesbratTitle: Thunderstorm
Word Count: 356
Author's Notes: Was prompted to write for the word
The day was coming to a close; the setting sun lent it's colors to the sky. Oranges slid over pavement and up the side of buildings. white buildings turned a shade of butter yellow as the fading sun caressed them.
Puffy clouds of the afternoon were gone. Transformed into swollen, rolling clouds tinted with stolen orange and deep harsh greys. The heavens quickly losing the playful blue to become a celestial sea.
Blues so varied and diverse, it would make the oceans weep from their beauty. The cold steel blue melting into a dark sapphire blue. Bright cobalt being swallowed by a hue so rich it could only be named as midnight.
In the moment of a breath being drawn, the sun was no more. Dusk and a storm took it's place. The horizon outlined in black, as if it was drawn in Indian ink. Trees silhouetted by the same hand that carelessly did the horizon.
Thunder, harsh and gravelly, coiled from deep within the cloud's throat, as if waiting to strike virgin ears. The noise vibrating through the air, making dark waters dance and quiver.
It calls out, booming across the silence, beckoning as if to play.
A reply of violent illumination cascades over the contours of the clouds. Pregnant thunder heads breached; a torrent of rain starts to fall. A tattoo of sound adding to the cacophony of laughing thunder.
Water dances and bounces the droplets back up into the air before accepting it into the calm depths.
Racing, dancing and flashing it's vivid brightness, the electricity moves in a zig zag pattern. Unchoreographed moves across the darkness.
Thunder claps and shakes the earth, moments later electric fingers reaching down; stretching but not quite grasping it's target.
The scent of clean fills the air and the smell of ozone counters. A fight, a dance; a clash of elements.
Time slithers by, bringing the release of the storm's grip: Clouds leave, the lightening halts its violent dance, the thunder silences itself and the heavens reveal a starry night, thick and full. Each blinking star a mere fraction of the lightening that danced there moments before.