She woke up in a closet, which was strange because she had fallen asleep in the bed next to her sister. To her sleep-deprived mind it looked more like a fort than her parent’s walk-in.
Lightning cracked across the sky, overpowering the winds, and she gasped in response. Thunder followed in a deep rumbling far louder than any other rainstorm, which made sense since this was a category 5 hurricane.
It wasn’t her first hurricane, but it was the first that required the walk-in closet.
A crash, suddenly, and their eyes flew to the door.
He should have installed the shutters but the storm was supposed to turn north, supposed to miss them, supposed too. Now, it’s on top of his family.
He gripped the doorframe as the lightening cracked and caught his wife’s eye. They were both scared; they were both barely holding it together.
Then, the crashing noise – window broken, or worse, part of the roof.
“Go, I’ll stay with the kids.”
The hallways were dark, powerless. He walked blindly towards the noises he shouldn’t be hearing: rain too close, wind too fierce.
Glass littered the floor and where there once was a window he saw a wall of rain, a waterfall, coming straight towards them.
Flash!Friday today! The two-part prompt is:
(1) Conflict between Man v. Nature and (2) Photo of a waterfall