Describe a storm.

200 words max.

Summer and I finally have time to look at these! Here goes.

I yanked my foot back through the doorway only a second before slapping it square into the puddle. The rushing sound I’d heard upon opening the door finally registered as a hammering rain. Dammit.

For a second I stood obstinately staring out at the rain, cursing the carelessness that had left me three blocks from home without an umbrella. Heavy raindrops splashed my ankles and obscured the street behind a cold gray cloud. As if I weren’t having a bad day to begin with. Nothing else for it, though; I had to get home. One, two, three—run.

Thunder crashed overhead as soon as I left the shelter of the building, making me flinch and step straight into another puddle instead of over it. Water poured into my sneaker. Dammit! I took a moment to stand and fume at the world at large. Just then a jagged streak of lightning forked like a tree branch across the sky before my eyes. I always looked for the lightning streaks. They were what I liked most about storms.

What the hell. I couldn’t get any wetter.

I pulled off my sopping-wet sneakers and ran home barefoot. Laughing.

The young boy looked around, confused as rain fell hard onto his unprotected head. He ran yelling out for his mother. He tripped in the sand, and looked out to the ocean. The waves thundered hard against the shore. Looking out onto the water, he saw a boat struggling with the wind. It wrestled with the current, but the winds aided the water in pushing the boat over. He could hear the wind carry their cries of terror over the water.

He cried out for his mom again, looking in desperation. He felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder, and saw a man that he didn’t know. The man tried to grab him, but the boy lashed out.

“I have to find Mommy!” He shouted against the wind.

“I’m sorry, but we have to get you inside.” The man’s voice dominated the roars from the wind. He picked up the boy, and ran through the village to his home. The boy looked around, seeing the destruction that the storm had left. Thunder cracked as lightning hit a tree that they ran past. Tears rolled down the boy’s cheek, wondering where his mother was.