Another rumble of thunder filtered through the house. Mina hugged her knees closer to her chest as she watched the rain beat against the window and the lightning illuminate every window and room in her house.
Her family was gone for the evening. They had a dinner party to go to an hour away. She guessed that the storm wasn't as bad where they were.
Mina was by no means afraid of storms. In fact, they were among her most favorite events. It was an experiential thing for her. Like being at a rock concert, but every time was her first. Flashing lights and bursts of fire, screaming guitar music and drum beats that determined her very heartbeat.
She felt the house shake around her. Even on the couch, she was jostled around where she sat.
She imagined that the rain splattering against the windows of her house was paint. Splashes of orange, purple, green, blue, and red... she lived in a Technicolor house. Every storm created something new.
Music and color were her world. And she never intended to leave it.
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Author's Notes: This is what happens when I'm in an artsy mood and we're watching a movie all about lightning in physics. Oh well! What can you do?
You are so good at this!
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