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Under A Spell (
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Promt!
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azurehart
2008-01-24 11:42 am UTC
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Prompt: The picture above.
Title: Untitled Essay
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Anything else: 250 words.
I’ve always been fond of rainstorms. The way the sky opens up and pours life giving water out upon the land; the fresh earth smell that’s left after a brief shower.
I wasn’t really prepared for living in tornado alley though. The way the clouds could suddenly turn the color of an old bruise; the heavy stillness of the air before the storm hit. I most certainly wasn’t prepared for the reality of tornado's.
Even when a tornado touched down briefly near my school, ripping up a field and blowing out windows my 9-year-old mind still couldn’t wrap itself around the incredible destructive power a tornado possessed. All I could see is how exciting it was watching the storms.
At the first hint of a lightning storm I would rush outside to stand in the wind and rain to watch the lightning flash though the clouds. Mother of course was terrified that I was going to be struck by lightning, and would stand screaming at me from the doorway until I reluctantly came back inside. Finally she told me that if I went and got myself killed by lightning she would have this put on my tombstone: Too dumb to come in out of the rain.
Now that I’m an adult I can understand her fear for my well-being, but I still love the excitement of a lightning storm. Fortunately for everyone’s peace of mind I am now content to watch the storms from the relative safety of my home.
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