Today, I’m writing for https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/27/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-thunderstorm-september-27-2022/.
Dancing to an electric tune, the angry lightning ran across the purple sky in a bid to outrun the thunder. The argument, only half an hour before, and the pressure built within them. He flashed his whips, lighting up the sky with his wrath. All the while, the thunder rumbled his warning.
The fight of the century, and nobody was winning this war.
As they drew closer to each other, the noise frightened the humans below – they all hid in their homes, waiting for the storm to end. Waiting for the rain to lower the feud. Each drop, small at first, washed away the frustration in the air.
Lowering its whip, as the thunder’s voice slow to a mumble, they fell back to where they started. Their battle would start again, but for now they fell silent, allowing the torrential tears to clear the air.
Their anger abated; the skies became quiet again.