Texas: a Storm

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Crash! Crash! Crash! Ping! Crash! You can see the hail, hitting the car, and the flooded parking lot.  We, my mom and I,  were soaked to the bone after racing through a different, but still flooded parking lot. “Ahhhh!  What was that?”, I screamed, feeling around on my head for whatever had fallen to Earth and chose to land on me.  It was a crystallized raindrop.  Crash!  Crash!  Ping!  Pop!  Pop!  The hail sounded like popcorn, and where it landed, little water spouts rose from the lot full of speed bumps and pot holes. 

Whooooosh!  I looked up in shock at what I was seeing.  The recent crimson Ferrari was driving on the road, and water was rushing over the high wall, sending muddy-blue waves of water and dirt rushing and crashing into the already waterlogged parking lot.  My mom decided to go home, but to our shared dismay, the million and one speed bumps were covered in water already, despite it have only been raining for ten minutes.  As my mom put our car into reverse and started pulling out of the lot, I stared in despair at the sign proudly boasting, “Get a piano for only $100!  One time offer only!”  I disliked canceling the lesson, but if we waited any longer, we’d be stuck in that dreary old parking lot until it stopped raining.  By then it could be hours before it stopped.  

  Later that night, while I was reading by lamplight, my lamp suddenly started flickering and abruptly  died.  I pulled out my flashlight and made my way over to the rest of the family.  My siblings were complaining loudly, because their favorite show was getting interrupted by the  weather forecasts.   I tossed and turned that night, until at midnight, my broken blinds showed me magnificent flashes of lightning, followed by the deafening claps of thunder.  Finally, knowing I wouldn’t meet sweet  Nyx* for a few hours at best, gave up.  I rolled over and turned on the lamp, idly noticing that the power was back on.  I grabbed my book, I am Morgan Le Fay,  and wriggled back under my covers, sighing in contentment.  A nice way to end a horrid evening. 

 

What do you all think?

*Nyx is the Greek Goddess of Night.