Boy! What a Monday! Well, here we are again! Here is this week’s elements.
My entry: Mary sat in the studio alone, watching the pulsing lightning outside the window. She jumped each time the thunder echoed over head. She curled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her heart pounded in fear, but she didn’t wish to show it. After all, third graders shouldn’t fear anything, unless they wished to be dubbed a cry baby.
Even in her own home, she tried to stand up to her fears. She held her brother’s pet spider, she slipped into the crawlspace in the basement, and now she was sitting in the studio facing the storm on the top floor of their two story town house.
The lights flickered in the room, until one large strike and a thunderous boom plunged her into the darkness. Mary screamed and began to cry. Lightning illuminated the room every few seconds. She curled herself tighter into a ball, whaling in fear. A flashlight beam pierced the darkness and focused on her tears. Her father stepped lightly to her side and wrapped his arms around her.
“What are you doing out of bed?”
Mary sobbed, “I was… I was trying… but, I can’t… I’m scared… Daddy, I’m scared!”
Jason cradled his daughter as the lightning continued in full force, “Just think of it as fireworks.”
“I can’t! I’m afraid! The sound! The wind! The rain! What if lightning hit our house?”
“That’s not likely.”
Mary looked into her father’s eyes.
“Lightning will more than likely hit the tallest object than our little home.”
“Yes, Mary. And can you think what the tallest building is?”
Mary shook her head.
“Remember the water tower a few blocks away? That is what will likely be hit, more so than this house. Even many trees are taller than us.”
“So, we’re safe?”
Mary looked out at the lightning. In some ways, it began to look beautiful. Yellow, white, and blue strokes of paint connecting the earth to the sky.
“Come on, time for bed.”