[Jewl]: 440.Jewl's Short Stories.The Storm

As I walk out onto the porch, I can smell the rain in the air, almost tasting the electricity. A far off rumble accompanied by blackening skies is signaling a storm. The overcast grows murkier in color, the evening completely blotted out. They swirl as light flashes high in the nebulosity. 
Then I look up. Greenish black haze parts to let the rain sweep to earth. First it comes slowly, just a shower. Then the lightning part helps it along by splitting the sky. It comes in waves, having given no warning. The ground is beaten with the fat water clumps that fall with no mercy. The booms crash becomingly, the gale starts. Slating rain bashes the glass plates, lightning flashing for a moment, before the heavy crashes. I wait, watching the storm and its progress.
The mists are getting black, blacker than the night that covers it. The rain is so thick that I cannot see across the street anymore, all I see are the sheets of water still feverishly bashing the earth below. Lightning gets closer, the peals get more intense, the rush of air howling, just screaming in my ears. Crackling, just as the light blinds me, crashes split against my ears. That strike must not have been thirty feet from me! I love storms, but this one is beginning to scare me. Still I wait with poised caution, watching nature’s fury. The storm continues relentlessly, so eventually I become too chilly, too wet to stay up any later.
So as I climb into my warm, soft mattress with my new pajamas on, I open my screen to finish the show of just what nature can create. The rain against my pane, along with softer rumbles with flashes of lightning lures me to a satisfying sleep.