by D. V. Alice
A simple story based around the feeling of being inside during a storm.
|Thunder roars from outside the glass windows.
A golden bolt flashes across the sky.
I bury myself in soft cotton comfort as I wait for the storm to die down. The rains beat on the window panes like bullets at a shooting range.
I peer out from my comfy shield and make my way to the fireplace to stoke the cinders. The fire reaches out and grabs my leg, warming me up as I fight the vicious flames which burn like the brightest sun.
The rain slows. The air in the dusty bedroom I had hidden in was feeling calmer than it was earlier that evening.
I make my move towards the wet panes and throw them open with a creak.
The silver pillows in the ocean blue sky were lit up with bright colours from below. I looked closer and noticed that the sky had a glorious streak of seven wonderful colours.
The day had already started off great upon seeing such a beautiful sight. I rushed down the stairs; leaving winds as strong as they were last night in the storm.
I threw open the door and almost flung it off of it's hinges as I rushed into the lush field of sunflowers that I had been growing since spring.
My nose was assaulted by the lovely fragrances and I ran to the middle of the meadow where the rainbow arced over the emerald green grass.
I was home.