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I stood at the window, listening to the sound of the thunder. A storm was approching. Lightning flashed through the darkening sky.
I just stood there listening and looking through the window at the land that lay ahead. It hadn’t been touched by the storm jet, but the clouds were reaching to the further away land like thin fingers reaching across the sky.
It started to rain and the seconds between the lightning and the rolling thunder grew shorter. The raindrops drumed against the window, sounding like fingernails being continually hit against a table.

The storm came closer. The branches of the trees rustled against each other as the wind blew.
Lightning grew even with the thunder and the storm was right above.
As it passed and the rain stopped, the sun got replaced by the moon and a cool and calm night started to creap over the mountains filling the world with darkness.