(c)Thunderstorm (PG-13)

Title: Thunderstorm
Rating: PG-13
Author: Scribbles. adrisole.
Status: Oneshot. Complete.
Warnings: Just language. But even then, it's all of one word.
Summary/Exerpt: With every strobe light flash of lightning, you wince. Everything goes white for a millisecond and right after you can see again comes the thunder. You can't say which you hate more. Another flash, and you shake harder. You're so terrified that the next bolt will single out your car to fry.



It's so noisy you can't hear yourself think. Then again, you don't really have to, since you've had to reply on your instincts after the first fifteen minutes.

You know all those songs where they make rain sound so beautiful and wonderful and inspiring? Well, that's just a load of crap. This is rain in its pure, unbridled power, and all it's probably going to inspire is a killer cold later tonight. You're completely drenched; your clothes cling to your body, your hair is plastered to the sides of your head and your neck, and you can't feel your fingers or toes anymore. Rain is such a bitch.

The air-conditioner is off, but you're shaking like a leaf. Your teeth are knock, knock, knocking against each other in a samba rhythm. The poor steering wheel must be in pain, what with you clenching your icicle fingers around it so tightly and all. It's sososo cold, and all you want to do is get back home and take a really hot shower, the kind that leaves the bathroom mirror fogged up.

With every strobe light flash of lightning, you wince. Everything goes white for a millisecond and right after you can see again comes the thunder. You can't say which you hate more. Another flash, and you shake harder. You're so terrified that the next bolt will single out your car to fry.

Flash.

Nearly there, you're nearly there, calm down.

You see your gate, it's getting closer, closer, and now you're in front of it. You relax, just the tiniest bit.

Then your heart sinks. Storms like these pretty much always trip the circuit breaker, which means that the gate will not magically open at the touch of a button. Which means you have to get out of the car into the pouring rain, and open it manually with your key. Which heightens the possibility of you getting electrocuted -- and right in front of home, safety, too. Oh, no, this is awful, what to do, what to do...

You say a silent prayer, hold your breath, and close your eyes. And then you press the button on your remote.

The tiniest click, and your eyes fly open. Amazing. Delighted, you whisper a quick thank you and drive in. You made it, you're back, finally. You actually feel your shoulders relax and slacken as you press the button to shut the gate.

Flash.

Oh, the strobe lights? They don't bother you now that you're safely home. Because that's all they are to you now -- strobe lights.

CRASH.

But the thunder, that, you don't really like. You let yourself in, get away from all the flashes and crashes. The terrazzo floor actually feels warm beneath you feet, that's how cold you are.

Ah. Home again.

Now for that really hot shower you're dying for.