A roaring sound is heard from above.
Like the sound a 100 planes blasting across the night sky.
Its dark for a moment, then suddenly a great crash is heard.
the sky lights up as if a bomb was dropped on the town below.
Following the blast is a calm drizzle.
As if the sky is crying in remorse for what it has done.
The sky exploded overhead as if there was a war withing the atmosphere.
Crashes, bangs and booms, could be heard for miles.
Each explosion turned the pitch black nite into day.
An awkward calm came followed by another loud burst with a shot of light as the
sky was cast back into the relm of the shadows.
Little pellets of ice came wizzing down as if bullets being shot from a machine
gun. It was as if War was afoot in the heavens.
Roaring, wizzing, crashing, splashing, banging booming, zipping and zooming.
All as the people lay in bed in awe.
Trying to sleep as the sky battles the sky.
As in war there is no true winner.
Everything in the path of the battle lay in ruin.
And after the bullets stop and the bombs are gone.
The sky parts, and the sun shines on a bright new day.
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