The storm pt 1
#2 of Practice shorts
Enjoy and warning errors will be common.
I walk outside onto the deck. The clouds loomed over my head, threatening me with a storm that would tear my life to shreds. I looked over my fields of barley as I felt the first drop of rain hit my cheek, the cold water sent a shiver down my spine, and I yelled to my son in the field.
"Jacob! Come in before the storm starts."
he nodded and ran up and stopped beside me in the doorway "Is it coming?"
He had said 'it' with a shaky voice, my son feared the storm as much as I did. I nodded, and I could feel the mood drop as quick as the temperature, we quickly made our way to the basement and hunkered down in the corner, it was silent.
About an hour later we could hear the sound of the storm, the beast that inhabited the clouds, we listened to its rage and tore into the ground the house and the seed store on the other side of the farm. If we could have been more depressed, we would have been now, but both of us had entered the basement knowing that everything would be gone when we resurfaced. The beast had been terrorizing the left side of the valley for a good few years now, alas it was not like anyone could stop it.