The Storm

I watched from my bedroom window as the storm rolled in. The wind picked up suddenly, forcing the trees to bow to its will. The clouds were so dark and heavy with rain that daylight became dusk. Thunder roared in the arrival of the storm loudly, causing my windows to rattle. Lightning spread its electric fingers across the sky as if reaching for something unseen in the distance. Finally, the clouds released their burden of rain. Fat drops fell so violently that it sounded like a waterfall rather than a rainstorm.