The start of summer May 31 2016

The storm

The roots of my pupils jumped as the extreme light glistened in front of me from a miles distance just a millisecond within its strike on the extended green mountains. The smoke began and death filled the air and my eyes widened in interest. I watched her strike her beauty and with each strike she stole my loved ones frying each organ they spent years fighting everyday for. I can't stop watching. Then the sky removes it dull gray shade and the rain begins to calm, and my normal thoughts return thanking myself that no one died , gave the Caucasian man his change and went back to my society proclaimed normal self. My name is Mia and this is my story.