The wind whistling and moving all the trees

Making them look like beautiful young dancers 

Rain pouring hard on my old metal roof

crashing and booming

 

As the lightning struck the dark, stormy night sky

The lights start to flicker on and off

I pull the blankets over my head

hoping the storm would end very soon

 

I could see the light from my lamp

that sat on my bedside table start to fade

My vision got more blurry

Black spots started to form in the corners of my eyes

 

It wasn't much longer before my vision was pitch black

I fell asleep.