Turbulence

The lightning crashed on the earth with an unknown ferocity, as if it had made its mind up to destroy an old enemy.

The winds shivered, trying their best to avoid the battle between the sky and the earth. The lightning spared no one.

Trees burst into flames, the grass once draped in green now adorned black and withered away from existence.

Rains were meant to signify calmness and the passage of seasons, why did it bring about such fury, on whom did it plan to take its revenge?

Such were the sights that captivated passersby, many of who often paid no heed to the show the sky would put on display.

Unavoidable. Captivating. It attracted all palettes of emotion, a few wary of the storm making its way towards them.

The cavalry soon came in, trying to disperse the audience, that, until now were eager to see the climax of the show.

It happened.

Caught in the cross-fire between lightning and land, the utility poles that were just props in the drama succumbed to the wrath of the lightning, the wires unable to cling anymore swung about wildly.

Explosion. Eruption. Chaos. 

Often the casualties of war are those who have nothing to do with it. Initially reluctant to move, the audience was struck by the debris and/or electrocuted by the cables.

The cavalry stood dumbstruck, unable to decide between saving nature or the humans or themselves.  

The barrage of attacks stopped, the sky and land halted their battle, vowing to meet at another time. The air smelled of fresh earth, the breeze carried it away to hide the carnage that took place.  

Those who peeked out of their windows were greeted with the most pleasant sight of all; nature washed in rain and soaking the warm rays of the sun. 

It was teeming up to be a good day.