THE THUNDER WHO CAME BEFORE LIGHTNING

Screaming, crying, perfect storms-- these are the ones filling the whole mansion as I retaliate to the endless rants of my grandmother. I have been keeping everything for years, but right now, all my respect and patience for her has been leeched out from me.

"I AM NOT DOING WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO! STOP DICTATING MY LIFE!"

I run out of the mansion as those words escape out from my mouth like an enraged army of Ninevites. Grandma and her uncountable army of serfs chase me under the pouring rain. I am definitely soaking wet, but I run and run, nonetheless. Tears dive out from my eyes, as if joining the rain in wetting me.

I have ran a few distances already. However, something unexpected follows suit. I covered my ears as a sudden roar from the sky sent me cringing in horror, but I continue running anyway. What startled me, however, is the fact that the lightning hasn't flashed yet.

Then, it comes. Everything goes white, disappearing behind the vivid brightness that blinded me and the whole world.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!"

My astraphobia instantly possesses my, weakening all my muscles and joints, and eventually stopping my heart from beating ...

I wish sound travels before light, so that they will hear me before judge me from what they see ...