ripples

The little box in the sky. A false cocoon against against the city down below. Lights flash in the horizon. Lightning strikes off in the distance. The big bolts of electricity jolt down from the sky. Boom. Boom. Floor to ceiling windows shudder from the sound. The rain swipes at the window in long sweeping strokes. Like a child with a whip too long to handle. Swish. Swish. Tiny pins tinkle against the glass. Sounds like ice crackling on frosty winter nights. Sheets woven from water distort the view causing the candy colored dots stream down and away like liquid ribbons of tail lights; swirling and oulining the arteries. The city thumps and beats. High above it all, the little box in the sky groans.