Raging Storm

Lightning bolts crack open the sky, splitting it here and there. Lighting up the world for just a split second, then back to the calm, complete darkness. I hear the rumble of the angry storm slowly building up.

"I can't take it any longer! I've got to let it out!" Wind thrusts back and forth, swaying the trees this way and that way. Raindrops the size of pebbles begin to fall from the sky. Just one step outside for one split second and you'll be soaking wet.

I woke up to the sound of my coworker yelling at the top of her lungs over the thundering booms and cracks of the angry storm from outside of my tent.

"Get up, get dressed, and get to the dining hall now!"

I threw my blanket off of me and in a split second, my tent mate and I were running through the field trying to reach the dining hall before we were struck by the storm's raging spears of electricity. Nothing else was on my mind but the dining hall. I've got to get there, it's only a fields length away! But I was distracted by the sky above me and I wanted to see how furious and destructive it was feeling. Not paying any attention to where and how I was running, I found myself smacked face down on the ground. Instead of being angry though, I found myself laughing out loud at myself, at the sky, and at the storm and its bolts and pour. I wanted to stay out there with the storm but my coworker's voice came to me and forced me to run up to the dining hall.

It was chaos in the dining hall. Cub scouts were crying, searching for their parents, rubbing their half closed eyes, and some were even dancing about and trying to get a glimpse of the storm because they were struck with awe. We, as staff were suppose to calm them down and we did just that. We played bingo games, sang random and happy, cheerful songs, and put on hilarious skits for the scouts and their parents. The storm was forgotten about even as it still rumbled on outside.

The next morning, it was as if the storm had never set foot on land the night before. The sun was shining brightly and the air was so humid that I had to take in huge gulps of breath at times. The only sign of a storm ever occurring was the gigantic puddles of rain water, where even if you tried to jump over, you would land right smack in the middle of it.

I don't know why the storm decided to erupt that night. Perhaps it does not need an explanation either. This is why I love the weather and its mood swings (I don't particularly like people mood swings though), for its mysteriousness and unpredictability resembles my being.