THE STORM IS NIGH

Gazing through the glass window of that 10th storey apartment in one of the buildings in  the clusters of skyscrapers ; in yonder sky i beheld , dimly at first  ,  but progressively  becoming more and more vivid, impending death veiled by that thick dark cloak.

I stood motionless, mouth ajar, eyes fixed on the quick succession of the terrible events that unfolded right before me. The warning had resounded countless times to the point that it became a routine,  that same old redundant ‘melody’ of warning that we all made a mockery of, trod under foot and brushed aside. Could this be what they had marched hither and thither proclaiming to us at that time when our ears had become dull of hearing?

The dark battalion of thunderheads marched on across the azure sky  undeterred, leaving a trail of darkness grim . They formed a compact terrible front of assault almost similar to the renown 300 Spartan soldiers of that tale of old, who met the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Persian empire at the Thermopylae pass along the Greek shores. Marching forth, these thick nimbus clouds spread a thick blanket across the sky casting a shadow, of death, upon the city down below.

   The formerly careless and indolent majority who were still about their business, eating, drinking, marrying and giving into marriage, now became cognizant of the fact. Play-time  was now over, the rubber had met the road, push had come to shove. They all began to run helter skelter, as the first few droplets begun to fall accompanied by the hauling  wind a sign of the tempestuous rapping just about to ensue…

I was literally gasping for air before i managed to make out that low mumbling utterance, “THE STORM ..”

To be continued…