Storm

There was a storm last night. What a storm! Load shedding at the onset of storms. Suddenly the inside of the dark room was visible in the intense light of the lightning. And in the silent earth of the late night, that roar was repeated again and again. In the fourth flash of light I saw him - curled up, frightened, by the window in the south wall of the room. At the same time I saw the face covered with a chaat bag, where no expression can be seen. Next few times I was watching him move slowly in the light of electricity. It seems that he has learned to get used to the sound and the light. After that, lightning struck a few more times, not counting. I don't know exactly how many times, there was another shadow figure. The sharp weapon in his hand flashed with lightning. The bamboo structure of the scared shadow was only seen to be bruised in the subsequent thunderbolts.