In the Storm

In the Storm

At the sound of rumbling, I hastened my steps along the track road leading to my house. I looked upwards, the sky was dark and ominous. The storm was pulsating, about to break loose; the way my anger was threatening to burst to the surface.

I looked searchingly around, there was no shelter in sight. All around me were trees, farmlands and open spaces, no house, not even a thatched roof of a hut could be seen. It was just me, the wild, the elements, and then the sadness and emptiness in my soul.

The bush was alive with sounds, animals scurrying to their different abode, away from the impending storm. I heard hooting, bleating and screeching as each animal send out warnings to one another and to their younger ones to make hast. Had I but received such warning, a hint maybe, or even a sign, the pain could have be bearable.

The thunder roared again, the sound of an angry warlord’s talking drum; sending out massage of impending catastrophe. I broke into a trot, not so much as to get out of the rain;s way, rather to get across the little stream which swells into a river each time it rains. The irony of life. I was raging against been alive, yet I was concern about being swept by flood.

I crossed the stream successfully before the first pelt of rain hit me; I took off in a run this time. As my feet trod hard on the ground, dust rose, I inhaled deeply as fresh smell of earth filtered to my nostril. Dust of the earth, that’s what we all become at the end of life. what a twist and what nothingness to all our struggles, our acquisitions.

I ran as swiftly as I could but I couldn’t outrun the rain, I was caught in it. “What;s the hell.” I muttered as I slowed down. In life, there are things you cannot outrun, outsmart or outgrown. It doesn’t make sense to fight that which was supposed to be.

The rain came, fast and hard; it slashed my body like wipes from the gods, how much pains and agonies could a man’s soul endure? I wished the rain could drench more than my body, I wished it could go deep down to my soul, to wash away the pains, the sorrows and the dark thoughts hidden there, beyond the grasp of another mortal.

I clenched and unclenched my fists as the anger swelled and expanded my chest to near explosion. I was caught in another storm; fiercer and heavier than the one raging around me. involuntarily I shivered, not from the cold but from the intensity of the emotions rocking my soul.

I felt like screaming, howling at the lightening, at the thunder, at the rain; even at the gods. Yes at the gods for looking on, so unconcerned at my torment.

Suddenly, I stopped, raised my hands in supplication to the mighty one above,THE CREATOR of the universe, for help. The tears seeped out, but to be washed away instantly by the rain. “Why?” I murmured. “Why, why, why, why, why, why?” I repeated over and over until it became a mantra.

Lightening flashed, thunder roared again and again but they held no answer to my question. All I heard was the pelting of the rain, it was frustrating, it was maddening, so my anger burst loose. “Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?” it was a scream from an agonizing heart.

Can somebody tell me why life is full of storms?

10 thoughts on “In the Storm” by Ladyzizi (@Ngozi-Ebubedike)

  1. Nice. I wish I knew what your MC was raging against internally. Still, that doesn’t take away from the intensity of the pain which is helped by your description of the other storm. The external and internal storms created a balance that works.
    On the other hand, there are typos littered in this. Mostly misspellings and tense issues.
    Massage – message, hast – haste, outgrown – outgrow, what;s the hell? – what the hell? etc.
    Do a thorough edit next time.
    Well done and Welcome to NS.

    P.S: Good luck with that ladyzizi bookworld, make sure you hire professional editors and the likes.

  2. Nalongo (@Nalongo)

    Nice story. Make the corrections already pointed out.

  3. bunmiril (@bunmiril)

    Nice story line. But the corrections should be adhered to.

    Well done.

  4. Yes. Wonderful read. I concur with @sibbylwhyte on the typos. Typos are really hard to spot by the writer, so maybe a second person can help on that.

    Welcome to NS


  5. Ladyzizi (@Ngozi-Ebubedike)

    Thanks so much @sibbylwhyte @Nalongo @bunmiril @Kodeya. I really appreciate your comments. I’m a careless writer, though I’m trying so hard to curb that, i hope to be more careful in future.

  6. This is a work with heart. Thank God Sibbyl has pointed out the typos, sparing me the wahala.

    Welcome on board.

  7. Welcome to NS. Watch the typos. Keep writing. Well done.

  8. Interesting story, @ngozi-ebubedike. Even without knowing the source of the MC’s anger and frustration, there’s a sense of urgency and desperation in this story that I like.

    But there are many, many typos/grammatical errors. A few:

    “sending out massage” > “sending out a message”

    “I was raging against been alive” > “I was raging against being alive”

    “I felt like screaming, howling at the lightening” > “I felt like screaming, howling at the lightning”

    “The tears seeped out, but to be washed away…” > “The tears seeped out, only to be washed away…”


  9. Ladyzizi (@Ngozi-Ebubedike)

    Thanks all, I really appreciate everyone who took out time to go through my work and leave a comment. The comments were helpful. The ‘Storm” is fast turning into a novel, initially I didn’t set out to write a novel, it started as a writing prompt from a writing group I belong to, however, I went on a mission to find out my MC’s source of anger and frustration. The result is an unfolding story of inhumanity, deceit , control and of course love.

  10. Ajenifuja Adetokunbo (@Ajenifuja-Adetokunbo)

    I like your style.

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