I tried to outrun the storm tonight, silly girl that I am. I sent my car catapulting down I-88 as if sprung from a giant rubber band. I laughed at the bony fingers of crackling lightening just behind me.
The storm laughed last. Catching up with me. Sending planes of rain pummeling and shaking my puny car. Throwing downed tree bodies in my path.
I tried to outrun the storm tonight, silly girl that I am. And it showed me that my strength is only a curled baby's fist hammering against a 60-foot wall of muscle feeling the movement on its thigh tickle, but nothing more.
©L'uragana
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6 comments:
We all try to outrun aproaching storms. Either that or we just try to ignore them. But your storm appeared to big to ignore.
That sounded terrifying. Storms like that always make me realise how powerful weather can be. And how helpless we are against it. You described it so well I gasped!
I just pull OVER and stop driving when it gets like THAT outside. Terrifying.
Nicely written ma'am. It reads like poetry :)
Jay,
I love a good summer storm. I love the unpredictability, the ferocity and how it tapers to a gentle drizzle.
Sel, THAT is one of the highest comliments I've gotten: that YOU gasped!!!
Mel, not me. Wild child that I am.
Diver, Thank you so much! Sometimes I try.
I love the wording.
Of course you thought you could outrun nature.
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