Fri, July 13
... God's fireworks display
I sat on the couch by the big window in the living room, the sky dark and the rain falling hard. The streetlights shone through the trees, casting ever-changing shadows on the road, the wind blowing the rain into small torrents down the street, which itself almost appeared to be moving. The wind blew wildly, not quite howling, the noise coming more from the trees than anything. Every now and then, a branch cracked and fell to the ground, but the noise was almost unnoticable under the thunder and the rain. The sound of the rain on the roof filled the room, becoming an oddly comforting presence that I could almost ignore after a few minutes. Every few seconds, the sky lit up, bright as day, but white, not blue. The lightning cut through the sky and the branches of light split the darkness into a thousand puzzle pieces that were gone in less than a second. When the sky lit up, everything was illuminated in a brighter light than normal, and the colors became, for that brief second, washed out in the intensity of the white of the sky. Green trees, black asphalt, white houses, blue sky; the contrast between the colors became negligible and it seemed like a hand-colored black and white photograph--the colors were there, but not as bright as they should have been. Thunder rolled through the quiet night, breaking the silence and disturbing the white noise of the rain on the roof. The long peals carried through the sleepy neighborhood, likely waking some child in some bed nearby. And in a few minutes, it was all over. The night was silent once again, and the only memory of the grandeur that displayed itself only moments before was a few puddles on the streets and some branches on the ground. The world was eerily still once more; the night dark again.
infinite ||
abyss
posted at 10:49 p.m.
