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The night was filled with sirens, loud obnoxious, warnings. Bright blue flashes, similar to the “made for tv” explosions and bombings we are used to seeing on CNN and NBC. Loud booming thunder, the kind that shakes the ground and vibrates the windows above your head as you (try to) sleep. The weather map, filled with red, blinking red. Not that there seems to be much of a difference between red and blinking red, except blinking red has always appeared more violent.
Night fades into day, and the morning sun was not willing to show up the sleepless night of thunder and lightning. I kept saying that it didn’t seem much brighter outside at noon than it did at 6:00.
It will let up, it will calm down, and then I will wish it was happening again.
I will wish that the excitment, no matter how tiresome, and sleepless I may be, would have continued. The excitement that only nature can provide. Drowning houses in tears, shaking the ground in its mad furry, and bombing the sky with bright explosions in the night.