Perfect Storm

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Rain lapped at the earth as if insatiable for more. A sense of electricity rushed through me and made me shudder and the hair on the back of my neck to stand taut. The smell of metal flooded my nose and airways. As if sensing my realisation, jagged shards of intense light rained down from Zeus. Vicious winds tore at my hair and raincoat, pulling at it in multiple directions. A bitter chill consumed the outside world and longed for people to come out so that it could strike harder than before. Poseidon took claim of the sky and let go of the reigns harbouring his multitudinous oceans. Only a blur of colour could be seen due to the heavy rain. The crack-of-a-whip like noise took hold of the sky and seemingly silenced the world for a few moments until the rain resumed its prior superior position.

A sombre sense of calmness overcame me as the rest of the world washed away as I stood here, unmoving.

Thunder once again reverberated through my body and filled my hollow bones. The flood from the heavens became quiet as darkness scoured the earth in a dense mass, as if searching for an unknown revenge. An echoing sense of relief rushed through the air as the thunder and lightning ceased to destruct the silence.

The only light to be seen was a speck high above, submerged in the darkness. Slowly the darkness dispersed and allowed the speck to gleam and outshine the darkness. The fog disappeared and Athena laid a meticulous pattern of gleaming orbs on a background of crushed berries, stirred by the Gods. An ethereal celestial event covered the sky, colouring it in an immense display. The colour rippled across and faded and reappeared in an alternate pattern

....It was as if the storm had never been.  

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