8/30 flash

8/30:
topic given- 'think about the thunderstorm'

I opened my eyes from a deep sleep, but, for a moment, my bedroom was no longer dark. My fan and shelves made definite shadows on the wall beside my bed. In another split second- black. I heard a loud crash outside, a sustained rumbling coming from the sky. A real-live thunder storm had woken me from my slumber. I lay awake listening to the noises it made and the shadows playing on my wall. Suddenly I was standing on my front porch on Wildwood Drive in Mentor, Ohio. The huge rain drops were splashing onto the road, and the sidewalks, and my front lawn. Though the full-grown oak trees seemed to offer a sort of shelter from the storm, the heaviest droplets coul dbe seen falling from the edges of the leaves. I knew it must be a dream, but felt so indescribably real. I could feel the warm, humid summer air engulf me. I was covered by the overhang of my roof, but I was still getting slightly misted by the rainfall. I looked across the street, and down it, only to see families with children my age standing together on their own porches. All were staring, mezmerized by the wonders of the rain, just as we were. I looked to my left and right- my mom and dad towering above me. Behind me on the green painted bench sat my sisters and brother, smiles on their faces as they oohed and ahhed at the storm. A whole community of us coming together with a single common love. We were in awe by the birghtness of the lighning strikes- slightly frightened but nonetheless entranced. We were startled by the level of sound the thunder was able to produce. I was still in my bed, I knew I would be, but it was so vividly clear for the time being. And it wasn't a dream, it was a memory of what had been. But only a memory.