Happened Under The Rainfall

Suddenly the roar from the skies falls down onto the earth and smashes into it with a flash, little drops start falling down, slowly caressing the fresh air as they come down to gently stay on the leaf of a rose, there it waits till the rest arrive behind and they start covering everything in the garden with a wet cloak, caressing softly the surface where they landed, they begin to assemble and then they slide down the rose’s stem, slowly, heavily, graciously. 

The wind starts blowing and moving the little leaves that hang on the trees, drops fall down faster, faster, their speed increasing, leaving behind the softness that they had before, the breeze is gone, and now the rain has began, the subtle mist disappears and the drops starts hitting on the windows on the doors the sound turning up, getting noisier, the cold breeze starts sliding everywhere the wind blows ferociously tossing away the drops of rain after slapping the surfaces. I stare at the once soft and gentle mist that covers the garden and the surroundings; everything seemed so peaceful and sweet.

The skies then turn from the light grey to a darker one, touches of brown start appearing on the high skies as the rain hits the garden and soaks it while the roars up above becomes louder and more frequent, the lightings crossing across the darkened sky, the clouds barely watchable unless a lightning went close their way. Outside in the street people start running, a little boy’s cries are mixed with the sound of the thunders and the rain. I move away from the garden’s view and watch through the street window across from it, the picture seems to have turned more aggressive.

A heavy thunder cuts all sound and a lightning, bright and shine, appears clearly before everyone’s eyes, showing all its might to the speechless viewers, then the wind turns around aggressively and shakes the trees carrying away some of their leaves, papers fly up carried by the invisible arms of the winds, the sound of the tree’s leaves holding tight and being forcefully shaken away rolls around the whole place, not staying behind the rain starts falling down harder, faster, taking down some of the leaves that were holding on, the cold starts chilling under the covers the garden starts getting smashed down by the furious rain, that rapidly turns from a rain into a storm and washes away the little roses and the daisies alike, flooding the entire garden. 

Cars start driving faster, speed increasing everywhere as they move down the wet streets looking at the rivers that have started to run at both sides, lightings multiply and thunders swallow silence, the doors of those who didn’t locked them start banging harshly against their frames. Screams come to my ears as the banging gets harder, I start getting a chill running through my spine with all the heavy banging. 

Some crashes cut through the  natures wrath, glassless windows are lamely banging against their frames as some of the people indoors let out a frightened scream, those unfastened windows start banging  all over the place, the earth starts to shake under our feet, we look up and the lamps starts circling around on the celling, some of the furniture creak next to the wall, crashing sounds run all over the streets, then it all goes dark, just some thunders but no lightning, the  storm seems to yield some space and the sound of the trees becomes mute, slowly it seems that everything is going back into place, very slowly, the lamps are still moving, very, very softly.

A curious head pops out and there’s a soaking wet street covered in papers, leaves and shattered glass. The rain has stopped and the wind has calmed itself, the earth stays still and the gray skies stand there above everyone's head, calm and resolute. Nature’s might was shown, quickly and briefly but still the damages were noticeable, standing there we look around realizing how it’s not us who are the rulers of the earth, but it’s the earth whom decides for how long we stall stand.