"Boom!"
Thunder reverberated and resounded again.
This time, it was deafening.
Roy's roar of joy was silenced.
Hearing it, the elder of the twins felt his heart quivering while the younger one stiffened up.
About 3 miles from them, bluish arcs of lightning flashed down the clouded night sky like a waterfall.
It did little to hide the unmistakable smile on Arlo's face, which appeared because he was proud of him.
Snakes made of lightning dancing in the skies as the clouds played a song for them; a beautiful and mesmerizing scene this was, but Roy's eyes were so full of blood that he couldn't see or appreciate it clearly or anything beautiful in the world at this moment. The same went for the twins, as it reminded them of the most miserable day of their life.
It was the day when they lost everything.
That day it was also raining and thundering.
