I shot up in bed, stirred by the sound that I had believed was my morning timer. I was astounded to find that the shining red Drove lights read 2:11 am. In the event that it wasn't the morning timer, what was it? I had pondered internally while clearing the work off of my eyes. Out of nowhere, I heard a stunning break — the sort of break you hear when you pour bubbling water on ice. While the commotion filled my ears, a blinding light illuminated my room. I could make everything out as though somebody had quite recently flipped the switch on. I saw my vanity totally obvious across the room.

It took a couple of seconds before I woke up and acknowledged what was going on. I had checked the climate just hours prior on my PC and had not seen any admonitions of a tempest drawing nearer. In any case, I was right here, peering out my window up close and personal with the rough monster.

Out of nowhere, I heard one more stunning break of thunder. This one was so strong my entire house shuddered under the power of the tempest. Like a kid, I ran for the security of my bed, which was still warm from the couple of hours I had recently spent calmly resting in it. I crept profound inside my covers, covering myself from head to toe, allowing only a little space to remain uncovered — sufficiently huge so that me might see out of.

What was I thinking? I was a developed grown-up, terrified by a senseless tempest, concealing under my covers as though they would really shield me from something. With that idea, the tempest delivered another momentous break and a blinding blaze of light. The tempest appeared to be gathering increasingly more energy with each moment that cruised by. Indeed, I might be a grown-up, yet concealing under the covers some way or another caused me to feel less apprehensive. The inclination a little gopher likely gets while he's being pursued by a coyote lastly arrives at his opening, his protected spot. Indeed, I was a gopher, a gopher tunneled profound inside my hill of covers. Shielded from the horrendous yell of the thunder and sharp teeth of the lightning.

It seemed like hours I lied there, paying attention to the tempest and wishing that it would pass. All right when I thought it had continued on, I was refuted, and it gave me one more frightening impact as though it simply required a second to put its power together.

My eyelids turned out to be weighty to such an extent that the battle to keep my eyes open became more grounded than my apprehension about the tempest. The glow that my body had produced under the covers was getting to me. I was nodding off. Notwithstanding my serious apprehension about shutting my eyes and leaving myself helpless against the tempest, I ultimately floated off.

I was awoken by and by with a splendid light getting through my blinds. Sleepy, my contemplations staggered on themselves; I didn't have the foggiest idea what was happening around me. Had I been conscious throughout the evening? Is it actually raging? No… no, I believe that is sun radiating its beams through my window. The sun! I had lived! I endured the tempest. It was morning and I was alive. Leaping out from the security of my covers, I made a frantic scramble for my window.

Indeed, that truly was the sun, the quiet after the tempest. It was splendid to such an extent that I needed to squint my eyes. Its beams were so warm and welcoming. Protecting my eyes with my hand like a scout on top of Post Mountain, I examined my yard. I could perceive that the tempest I had encountered the previous evening was not a fantasy. The tempest had left proof, verification of exactly the way that strong it very well may be, all around my yard. My yard had been covered with tree limbs, leaves and — is that my neighbor's trampoline?

I ran down my creaky old wooden stairs to my front door to get a better view of my yard. I walked out onto my soaking wet lawn still in my bare feet. I felt the damp yet warm blades of grass brush along the soles of my feet with every step that I took. I felt the sun's warmth on my skin like a warm kiss on a cold winter's day. I took a deep breath and allowed the air's aroma to enter my nostrils. No matter how hard they try, they just can't mimic the smell of a fresh rain on a summer's day and put it into an air freshener.

In spite the fear that the storm had embedded in my soul and the disaster it had turned my yard into, it sure did bring on a beautiful day.