The Thunderstorm
Feeling: 
Thursday, Nov. 19, 2009, 12:40 pm
I wrote this as an example for one of the lessons I taught, and really liked it, so I decided to share it with you.
The Thunderstorm
I stand still in a field of tall grass and colorful wildflowers.
There is no movement – all is calm, all is quiet, all is peaceful.
There is no wind.
There are no birds singing.
There is a stillness in the air that seems to say,
“Prepare yourself. Something is coming.”I stand still in a field of tall grass and colorful wildflowers.
The blue sky darkens as black, angry-looking clouds roll over the horizon.
A slight wind drifts across the field.
The grass and the wildflowers sway gently.
The clouds are directly overhead now,
And the air seems to tingle with anticipation of the coming storm.
I stand still in a field of tall grass and colorful wildflowers.
My ears ring with the sound of thousands of horses galloping across the field
As wave after wave of thunder rolls from the clouds.
With each crash of thunder, bright lightning streaks across the dark sky.
Rain falls to the earth in an endless stream, pounding, pounding, pounding.
As the thunderstorm ends, the air feels fresh and clean, and the sun shines again.
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My Last 5 Updates
The Thunderstorm # Thursday, Nov. 19, 2009
No Response # Monday, Nov. 02, 2009
Her Homecoming # Thursday, Oct. 08, 2009
Interview # Monday, Sept. 28, 2009
Thwarted # Thursday, Sept. 24, 2009