[Stories on a Theme – a weekly theme that I use as a spring board for short stories over the weekend. Catch up with the posts on my IG]
It’s slightly humbling to watch a storm.
You might be inside, behind safe windows and strong walls, but the sound still echoes through the house. The wind, whistling past the building is high pitched, a squeal of a tree, the rush of a gust.
Then the rain. The rain hammers down on the window, so loud you can barely think. You just sit, entranced by it, watching the weather unleash on the world outside.
You think, no matter how much we build or we hide, we are all subject to nature. Nature will tear us down, if it can.
Not today, you hope, as you watch the rain and wind whip itself into a fury.
But some part of you is aware of the creak of the tree, of the whistle of the wind, of the hammer of the rain.
It wouldn’t take much, and then nature would reclaim you too.