When The Sky Roared
The queue to the counter was extensive and the journey through it was strenuous. My hand resting on the cart handle, which had nothing but a milk bottle to fill it, made me look ridiculous. My heart lipped hearing a distant cloud growl. Was it about to rain? The last thing I wanted was to get entirely drenched on the way home. Slowly progressing forward, my grip tightened around the cart as the thunder roared from outside, infiltrating the room with white light.
Stepping out into what felt like the wilderness, my perception made me believe everything was hazardous. The trees whispering and screeching sounds from far added up to the tumultuous clamour. The ferocious winds, with its supreme power trying its very best to wipe out the city. I was strolling along the side of the road when the feeling of being watched crept in. With a quick glance behind, I realized I was in danger. A gruesome silhouette of a guy with a black overcoat seemed to be following my trail.
My hands stopped dangling, as I was freezing from inside but my legs impulsively quickened my pace. The eerie aura took control as it started to drizzle. As far as my eyes could make out the road was completely barren, with a couple of lamp lights flickering. The overcast raging with the hostile winds howling across the aisle accompanied by the earthy aroma. I clenched my bag close to my chest and before I could comprehend I was running at full speed. The vigorous winds forced me back as I struggled to keep up my pace. The magnitude of the raindrops increasing each time, my head automatically turned back to see the man sprinting behind me. For a split second I felt paralyzed when spotting a brick-like object clinched to his hand.
The downpour became torrential, with the murkiness depicting my fate. “Wait up!” cried out the man, as if weary from all of the running. The retreating figure clasped my hand, “ Your milk container.” Realization poured through me as I recalled leaving the grocery store without even taking my purchase. Thanking him I wandered my way home. Pondering over the incident, I kept thinking how our surroundings can have such a heavy hold over our subconscious. This tempestuous weather turned everything brooding and could only give me a menacing aura from the man. I wonder if it would have been the same if I was strolling down this road on a bright sunny day?