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A couple of months ago, the younger brother, the family dog, and I headed down to the nearby convenient store. The primary objective was to make some grocery purchases and the second was to, well, walk the dog. THE. BIG. FAT. DOG.
On our way back, taunting dark clouds - which seemed to have manifested out of nowhere - loomed threateningly overhead. Wanting to get home fast lest we get caught in the untimely thunderstorm (no umbrella!), we made a not-so-wise choice - opting to cut across a bare open field. Not the wisest of choice, I admit, and heavens forbid if we were to do this kind of thing again!
And so, we ran and ran, with me occasionally squealing girlishly in fright at the mere display of divine temper from the skies. At the first bolt of lightning streaking across the sky and the subsequent thunder, the lot of us paused and stood momentarily still; senses heightened for approaching danger, ready to assume the 'lightning crouch position'. The younger brother was freaked out by the devious weather too, and kept urging me (and the dog) to run faster in seek of shelter.
It was then, I looked up at the seemingly-mocking sky, and realised the hidden, unspoken beauty behind the fiery wrath of Mother Nature. The dark clouds; emanated glowingly by gentle rays of empowering light. Calming sunniness and volatility. Dim and bright. Dark and light. Beauty and wrath. Oh, the contrast! It blows me away. Totally.
Anyway, yeah, the three of us survived to tell the tale!
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