The flashes of blinding light weren’t what woke her, it was the thunderous sound that preceded them. Shielding her eyes from the light coming through her thinly veiled windows she hurried to get dressed.
This was a storm she’d been waiting to witness for herself, ever since she was a little girl and forced to hide away from the last one.
Her heart quickened as she raced downstairs in her muddy boots and dirt stained slicker she wore earlier in the day, when the sky hinted something much larger was approaching.
Standing on her front porch she marveled at the war taking place in the sky between the clouds, the rain swirling and the lightning striking.
Unnatural Things 