Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
Thunder StormBlinding light flashes outside my window. A deep rumbling noise reverberates off the surrounding mountains. Amid the rumbling and crashing of the thunder, the soft pitter-patter of rain can be heard as it falls on the grass.
A gust of wind rushes by, shaking the trees. More soon follows, and the soft rush becomes a roar. The pitter-patter of the rain turns to loud crashes on the roof.
Standing in front of the back window, I observe the storm from the safety of the house. Hail the size of ping-pong balls is now falling, bouncing off the metal roof, and then melting soon after striking the ground.
I hear a crack loud crack. A branch from the neighbors apple tree has been torn off by the wind. The birch trees in the back yard are swaying dangerously.
I drive through town after the storm is over. Or I try to. Trees are down over the roads and power lines. Most of the town is without electricity. As I drive back toward home, the thought enters my mind: "How can one see this and not believe in the existence of God?"
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