The Storm - Prismattic Ascension
As the clouds draw nearer, blackness mounts the sky. The distant sound of angry thunder echoes off the mountain range upon the still valley. With every passing second the winds grow stronger. The air chills as the wind howls past. A flash in the distance makes the rain glow as it falls. As the torturous winds blow, the rain begins to transform. It is now hard and icy, the size of a quarter. Another flash reveals the hail not falling but being thrown at the ground. Diagonal is not even its direction, but almost horizontal. With every clap of thunder, the dogs bark and howl. Lightning is the only light around, which lasts but a mere second. One after another, the light show continues magnificently. Although the light show plays forth, the hail slows to a halt as the wind dies down. Each display is more beautiful then the last. In various shapes and sizes, the unique art glistens intensely. The thunder begins to fade to the North, yet the lightning remains above. With forks in every direction, the awesome electrifying bolts of lightning will never be forgotten.