After the Storm

It blew through here like a fast and mind blowing, sonic bang. He could barely handle it. There was more electric lights than the plug could hold. He welcomes the god with pregity and moral regret. No more than one cloud could be held in the blue sky. He came down with power and might after the storm. It was more shocking than the lightning that had stricken the old willow tree. This was still the coldest night they had, even after all the noise. He could barely walk after all the power lost in the electric power box. This box, was the size of a flatbed, but only held one small item, one item of great worth and value.. L.O.V.E