It all started around 2am, when lightening from far away and high above lit the sky, revealing the now familiar landscape from a ghostly perspective: the Bavella mountain range suddenly looked ominous. Its top shrouded in heavy black clouds that came rolling into view seemed to send us a warning: we are its guest on this island and if nature decides so, it can wipe us out in the blink of an eye.
As I lay still in bed, the rain started pouring down violently, making a scary and deafening sound over our heads, isolating us even more, making any reasoning impossible in the thick of night. My body tensed in a vain attempt at hearing a more familiar noise that would make me feel safe among my kind.
Lightenings kept tearing through the sky, closer now, striking with increased sharpness while thunder got closer and closer. Every now and then, the storm would back off, but just for a very brief respite. It would then start again, fiercer than before, as it grew stronger after a couple of minutes of rest.
Summer storms... They are as dangerous and violent as they are fleeting. So I thought.
But not this one. It just hang on throughout the night and only gave way in the light of dawn, when its evil forces left the stage to well-known shapes and blessed early morning light and shy chirping birds.
The first signs of life.
I started breathing again.
Credits: TheDaydreamer
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