The Midnight Storm

The winds picked up and the breeze howled through the trees. The distant rumbles of thunder gave way only to the gentle hiss of the wind through the leaves. Flashes of lightning turned the black sky lavender, silhouetting the scenery below for a fraction of a second. The distant purring of cars and motorcycles echoed through the sleeping town as the midnight storm drew closer. Cool air spilled from the window as the bolts of light at last became visible.

The rain has yet to come.