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You and I have always shared a love of thunderstorms but there was one that put all other storms to shame. A group of us were walking back toward campus. We hadn’t even seen the first drops of rain. Then you threw your hands in the air challenged god to strike you down. suddenly thunder boomed and lightening flashed all around. Everyone else was scared but you and I could feel the energy in the air and we knew that it was real. We stood atop that hill as the sky grew dark overhead and watched as a violet bolt ignited flames of red. And that ring of coal black clouds looked like the apocalypse. Our friends all ran off but we just stood transfixed by the blinding contrast of those brilliant flashing lights as they threw waves of gold across that ruthless sky. At last we managed to break the hold that storm had over our minds still as we ran we watched behind us wanting to see all it’s destruction unwind. We joined our friends in what seemed like safety the car we thought would take us home but then it stopped and sat there frozen. We felt exposed and all alone. We waited for what seemed like eternity as the storm raged on outside. When help finally came to get us we all thought they’d saved our lives. It felt like a near death experience. Looking back now I know it was not. Still when I think of that night I remember how excited we were by the thought. We were trapped in a tiny metal car on a flimsy metal rail in the middle of a lightening storm and we lived to tell the tale.
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Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 5:43 AM UTC
Near Death Experience
You and I have always shared a love of thunderstorms but there was one that put all other storms to shame. A group of us were walking back toward campus. We hadn’t even seen the first drops of rain. Then you threw your hands in the air challenged god to strike you down. suddenly thunder boomed and lightening flashed all around. Everyone else was scared but you and I could feel the energy in the air and we knew that it was real. We stood atop that hill as the sky grew dark overhead and watched as a violet bolt ignited flames of red. And that ring of coal black clouds looked like the apocalypse. Our friends all ran off but we just stood transfixed by the blinding contrast of those brilliant flashing lights as they threw waves of gold across that ruthless sky. At last we managed to break the hold that storm had over our minds still as we ran we watched behind us wanting to see all it’s destruction unwind. We joined our friends in what seemed like safety the car we thought would take us home but then it stopped and sat there frozen. We felt exposed and all alone. We waited for what seemed like eternity as the storm raged on outside. When help finally came to get us we all thought they’d saved our lives. It felt like a near death experience. Looking back now I know it was not. Still when I think of that night I remember how excited we were by the thought. We were trapped in a tiny metal car on a flimsy metal rail in the middle of a lightening storm and we lived to tell the tale.
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Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 5:43 AM UTC
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