We did not fear the storm. We fled from our dark, curtain drawn bedrooms and rushed to the front porch. Our wooden rocking chairs awaited our arrival. The gutters welcomed the cool rain, and within minutes our street had become a rushing river of rain water. Ground to sky lightning strikes exploded around us. Thunder rolled and roared and clapped. The storm showed no mercy. The sky had been cracked open, and now there was no turning back. 

Dogs were barking, children were screaming and crying. Animals attempted to find safety. The world around us was preoccupied by the commotion. We sat back. We could do nothing but let the disaster reek it's havoc. 

The storm was moving closer now. These felt like my last moments. I was watching as the storm ferociously rolled in.  The clouds seemed to fold in on one another, competing to hold incredible strongholds of electrical currents. Within these bright light shows lied the power to turn someone towards an eternity of darkness. 

As the clouds grew darker and darker, we were the only one's who remained outside. We continued to bask in the beauty of such destruction. The radio was telling us to get inside but we couldn't. Tornado's were touching down in multiple places now. Ripping up deep roots of tree's alive for hundreds of years. 

We watched as our neighborhood fell apart. We sat as bushes flew towards us. We watched until we couldn't watch anymore. We watched until our eyes were closed forever. We watched as we floated into weightless night. We watched until the storm diminished. We watched until the storms in our minds were through.