Emma Veronica

I hear the rumbles roll through the sky. The noise begins as a soft whisper and transforms into a loud, thundering roar. Suddenly everything goes dark. There is a moment of panic.  My heart pounds and I can hear my pulse in my ears. But through the darkness the light somehow shines brighter than it ever had before. A flash glows and grows before my eyes and the roar cries out once more. Again and again it howls and growls. But what is it saying? Sometimes I fear it. I tremble and shake and long for the light.   But other times I do not fear but simply listen, pray, wonder, and wait.  The darkness so often seems to overcome the light. But always, always , an end comes. There is a quiet. A calm. A peace. The tranquil air is cool and still. The rain is gentle as the pitter-patter falls steadily onto the soft earth.  Then there is a silence.  An end to the darkness.  A dawn is coming.  The light will overcome the world.  ...