I enjoy staying up at night to watch storms sometimes. I wrote this one night during a storm.
My room was dark at twelve A.M, except for the flashing of the TV.
I was in my bedroom as a storm stirred outside my window. I got tired of the show on, that I had seen at least more than twenty times, and laid on my stomach. I reached up and pulled up the blinds. The storm had begun in the early summer night. The lightning lit up the dark sky as the thunder rumbled. My TV's light flashed to expose little rain drops hitting my window with a light pinging sound. That's when my imagination kicked in.
The rain turned to dancers that danced across the sky. To the earth they fell, which I imagined was a stage. The lightning turned to lights like the ones at dance recitals that shine on the performers. The thunder changed to the thunderous applause of fans in stands. I imagined the rain prancing across and falling down on the stage making room for the next barrage of dancers.
