Booming, crashing, whirring.
Smashing, destroying, shaking the planet to its very core, where no one had ever touched it before.
The end was here, and we were all alone.
There were no heroes to save us from the impending doom of the swirling,
Screaming funnel of highly pressurized winds that slowly made its way to humanity, decimating all in its path.
The waves of vengeful waters tumbled over each other to reach its next victim,
The next one to be swallowed in a watery gulp.
The lightning crackled through the sky, stabbing each cloud as if to eliminate it and save the sun.
But there was no hope.
All of it was gone.
We remained clamored down, unwilling to risk being swept away by the crying storm.
Nails from the boards of our house were flung around into the fray, scraping our backs and causing a whole new river and flood.
One of blood.
The memories that were held here were long gone; any hope of rebuilding was long gone.
We clung to each other in what appeared to be our final moments, waiting for the imminent death to arrive.
“Goodbye,” we whispered to each other. “Goodbye, forever.”
But then a new sound emerged.
The storm had begun to cower in fear.
The Drums of Thunder began to boom, and all the elements began disappearing.
The lightning sheathed its blades.
The water receded to where it came.
The raging tornado was summoned back to its cloud dome.
And we had thunder to thank.
“Thank you thunder!” we cried. “Thank you and your drums for saving us!”
And the thunder replied with a final boom as the sun emerged.