Thunderstorm

Author's Note: I wrote this piece for a warm up one day. It was a stream of consciousness and I kind of went to a dark place with it. The day I wrote this I was sad and so the story kind of went in that direction. This piece was an expression of my sadness that day.

  Standing outside, under a tree during a thunderstorm. Wondering if this storm will ever stop. I am soaked now, cold as a icicle in the frozen tundra. There is no way to get home from here. I am trapped.  Holding my umbrella, I think to myself why am I holding this? There is something wrong with this picture. I knew why. The umbrella could not only keep my dry somewhat for now at least, but it could also really harm me. The thunder is horrendous, harmful, terrifying. I need to put this down away from me where I do not see it, so that I can not pick it up again. Maybe in some since thinking I would get warmer. I step out into the rain and find a place to set it far enough away that if I wanted to get it I would have to walk a ways away. Plus I didn't want to feel so cold. Once I sat it down I sprinted to the tree I was under, the biggest tree in the world, or at least I thought it was compared to my minute size. At that time I couldn't think at all, the only thing that I could see was the rain and all the lightning. I wasn't scared of these storms but now that I was standing in one of them alone I was petrified. Was my family okay? My friends? I didn't know but I couldn't do anything anyway. It was quite to dangerous to do so. The last sound I heard was a huge loud banging sound. It was thunder and then I felt pain and the next thing I saw was a bright light nothing else just that and I knew that I was gone.