A flash outside the window caught the girl's attention. She eyed the window. A few seconds later a rumble raced across the room. A mischievous grin spread across her face and her blue-gray eyes began to twinkle. They could called be stormy eyes. They certainly were dull enough.
As the thunder rumbled during her first hour art class, she would watch the dark windows, seeing nothing between flashes of lightning besides the light from the windows across the courtyard where students were falling asleep in math class. What would normally be a colorful sunrise with pink and purple clouds, still looked like the inky blackness of morning. Dark overcast storm clouds had turned the city gray.
These strobe light flashes turned something over in this girl. The grin cracked onto her face again when the thunder drowned out the voice of a kid reading from the book. It struck a much needed chord of excitement and danger in her head. She wanted to run out into the rain and watch lightning strike the ground all around her.
The lights flickered in the hallway. Her anticipation climbed as she willed the power to go out. If it did, they could get out of school early. She wanted to go home. To dance in the rain. To feel those big slippery drops of rain to fall on her face with lightning all around her.
Her thoughts were interrupted by an ambulance siren. She glared evilly out the window in the direction of the sound, as if she could see the wounded soul through the school. If you looked closely at her eyes though, you might be able to see the trace of sorrow just around the iris planted there like a a seed of hope.
The lights flickered twice in the classroom but stayed on. She looked up at the lights and willed them to go out completely. Students kept on reading about Greek architecture when it finally started raining. The bell then rang and everyone left for second hour. The rain eventually stopped and we were forced to go outside yet again for band.
The storms only came back again that evening. While the girl was online it came back with three times as much fury. She excitedly got off so the computer wouldn't blow up. She immediately ran to her room and sat by her window with the usually closed shades open. The lightning came fast and the rain hard. The rain soothingly poured on the roof, lightning flashing in the maroon-gray sky through her windows every 10 seconds or so. Soft flashes and gentle rumblings slowly turned into temporarily blinding electric charges with loud house-shaking thunder. The best strike flashed four times like a psycho camera then the thunder came slowly. First from the right, then from the left, then added all around her. Surround-sound thunder grumbling, roaring, and crackling above, behind and everywhere around the lonely girl in her secluded room.
The storm quickly left after that. The rain softly subsided, leaving the trickling if the gutters draining. Order was once again restored in her world. And the sadness returned.
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