1             The sky is dark, as it has been for quite some time.  The sun disappeared hours ago, leaving to wake the people of the neighbouring hemisphere.  This night is darker than usual, being less spiritual and more ominous.  There is no silver glow from the moon, nor any pale specks from the stars.  These cosmic staples are blocked out by the gigantic cloud looming overhead. There is a storm raging tonight, which is adding chaos to the usually serene scene.  The trees are violently swaying and trembling from the gusts; creaking and threatening to come crashing down with every blow.  Lightning cracks through the sky, giving brief glimpses into an illuminated day.  These glowing cracks in the air are swiftly followed by a dense bellow, reverberating through the Earth’s core. The rain is coming down hard, creating an audible thud with every drop.  On its own, it wouldn’t seem like much, but on a rainfall like tonight, the sky is making its own symphony of percussion.  With