A cold mist set in as the day drew to a foggy day. A bare tree crept into being a silent tree. The branches never twitched a bit as the wind never made a sound. Everything was silent.
A house sat near that tree. Its paint was as old as a person. As the wind came in and blew it with such force, it almost lost the roof.
Bill was peering at the naked tree outside, wondering what he could use it for. He also saw a lightning bolt flash into the raging grass as sound shocked the air with the big bang.
“Earthquake!” Bills mother shouted as she rushed under the wooden table, clinging to a wooden chair that was tucked in.
“That was only lightning,” Bill whispered as he started staring at the tree again.
By Arapeta