Dim, Dark, Dusk This was the scene that was portrayed in front of me. A winter’s night wasn’t something to underestimate, it left behind a mark that you wouldn’t forget. The moon was covered by murky looming clouds that tried to converge on every source of light in the area. You take a peek behind you and see beyond the clouds, the glow of light from houses in the distance blossom as if they were lights on a Christmas tree.
Rain hurles down from the ominous grey clouds oblivious to the harm it is going to cause in the morning. As you walk past the centre of the town you take a glance to your right. The lake is a black abyss trying to lurk further towards the town as every wave arrives in. The rain causes ripples on the black blanketed lake acting as if each droplet is a small stone getting sprinkled onto the lake. The sound of crunching from the soaked gravel that lays on the lakefront as you slowly pass over it. You feel as if you are walking through quicksand as your feet start to sink with each step you take.
Listen. The storm is coming. Thunder cracks, roaring to let citizens know of its presence. Glimpses of vague light appear as lightning flashes in and out of existence. Rain droplets slither down your spine as your jacket is minor compared to the storm that arises. If feels like you are taking a cold shower as your body is drenched in moisture. Cars accelerate by, providing a shelter for the individuals inside. With every breath you take you inhale the smog that hovers in the atmosphere choking any victims that it comes by. You observe a mum yelping at her children, “Hurry up we need to get inside” as they dance joyfully in the rain. You scurry home to do the same.
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