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T O P I C R E V I E W
Chelsea Renee
Posted - 05/29/2005 : 15:17:21 Looking out my bedroom window I see dark, almost black-appearing clouds rolling in over the hills. I slowly stand from my computer desk and open my window to feel the cool, early summertime breeze touch my skin and fly through my hair.
"It looks like a storm's coming," says a voice from behind. I glance over my shoulder to see my mother standing back at my bedroom door, which now happens to be open.
"Is it supposed to be bad?" I ask as my eyes fall once again onto the darkened clouds.
"I hear it's gonna be pretty harsh," she replies as she turns and exits my room, leaving my door remain open.
In the distance I hear the thunder roll threateningly as the breeze picks up even more. The wind-chimes I have hanging from my ceiling behing chiming loudly as the wind from the outside enters my room and whirles about. Papers from upon my desk begin swirling around, making such a mess. Quickly, I close my window tightly and lock it. Just as I do this, the wind dies away in my room and everything sits still.
As I begin picking up the papers from all around my floor, all the lights of my room flicker, then go out. I stand up straight and look out my window again at the now much closer dark clouds. Outside, the sun of the warm summer day, slowly begins to fade away, leaving the yard and all land around in shadows.
"Amy!" calls the voice of my mother. "The power's out! I'm going downstairs to get some candles!"
As I place the papers from my hands down onto my desk, my eyes fall out my bedroom window, again onto the clouds. A loud crack of thunder is heard that sends the ground trembling beneath my feet.
"This storm's going to be bad," I say out loud to myself. "I can feel it..."
