Can you feel the storm?
...the weather shifted dramatically. The white
clouds turned a dark grayish purple, sending the sun into hiding. The soft
breeze sharpened into a cold pinprick pelting Ruby’s skin. Branches swayed,
snapping in all directions. The thunder rumbled; Ruby steadied herself as the
ground shook with the sky. Several bolts of lightning shot out of the heavens
and cracked atop trees all around them.
Ruby screamed and reached for Grams.
“Oh my, Ruby! We need to get to shelter.” Grams, quite spry for 80, took off for the cabin. “Hurry.”
The thunder mumbled and groaned while lightning charged the air, just as the sky opened up. Big cold drops fell atop Ruby and Grams. They ran even faster.
When they entered the clearing, the storm continued to wage war in the stormy sky above. Ruby and Grams were soaked from head to toe, but that didn't stop them. They raced up the steps, two at a time, desperate to be dry and safe.
“Get in here, you two,” Grams shouted as she passed the two men waiting on the porch. “Don’t just stand there and get struck by lightning.”
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