The Delicate Sound Of Thunder Novels & Stories

Storm held up his hand, with the signal for us all to freeze and listen. We stood there in silence, our ears perked up, trying to pinpoint what was off. The forest was quiet, the only sound being the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. But then, I heard it - a faint humming noise, like the distant rumble of thunder. Storm's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the concern etched on his face. Ryker and Blaze exchanged a wary glance, their hands instinctively going to the knives sheathed at their belts. Rain's eyes narrowed his senses on high alert.

“Marco, please come out. Enough of this hide and seek.” The sky outside darkens swiftly, signalling a looming storm. Distant rumbles of thunder echo through the room as raindrops begin to patter against the window, gradually intensifying into a downpour. Startled by the sudden change in weather, I hastily make my way to my room, the sound of the rain pounding against the roof. The thunder grows louder, shaking the house with its powerful booms.

To hear a sound from it was like hearing a statue speak. They followed the sound, their steps quiet on the mossy ground. The thrum grew louder, a vibration they could feel in their bones. When they reached the clearing, they saw it. The waterfall of light was no longer a smooth, silent sheet. It was pulsing in time with the deep thrum, and within its shimmering flow, dark, branching cracks had appeared, like veins of black lightning. The light that fell from it seemed… tired. Dimmer than before. “What is it?” Fen whispered, a knot of fear in his stomach.

The Rain The rain made a very loud noise tonight. Heavy rain falls and hits hard on the roof of the houses and also on the ground. I listened to the sound of the rain and felt the heavy weight of the water streaming like it will never end. The rain constantly poured followed by a very strong sound of thunder which made Chi-Chan barked in panic. I saw Mallory quickly jumped on her mother’s lamp as soon as she heard the sound of the thunder. ‘Mama, I’m afraid.’ Mallory cried as she embraced her mother tightly in fear. ‘Don’t be afraid, the thunder cannot enter the house.’ Her mother said. ‘Baby listen, our roof won’t break because of the thunder.’

The storm didn't just break; it unleashed. Lightning fractured the sky over the Silver Mountains, casting the jagged peaks in a strobe-light of violent violet. For Lyra, the thunder was a mercy. It drowned out the sound of her own ragged breathing as she stumbled through the undergrowth, her thin shoes instantly ruined by the clutching mud.

Alethia heard a sharp sound, prompting her fingers away from the keyboard of her laptop as she looked at the door immediately. What was that? She thought as she hesitated to look back at what she was doing on her computer. The sound had been light to be that of thunder, but it had been loud enough to shake something in her for worries.

The sleek, minimalist furnishings were a hell of projectiles—a crystal ashtray skittered across the floor, a bronze sculpture slid and crashed into a wall. The world was a monochrome study through the water-streaked windows. Black water. White foam. A bruised and boiling sky ripped open by forks of lightning that seared purple and white retinal burns. The thunder was a deafening, constant roar, a sound so huge it was less noise than physical pressure.

Heavy thunderstorms rumbled in the distance, their growls echoing ominously across the dimly lit sky. The forest loomed in a brooding silence, thick clouds wrapping around the trees like a shroud, blocking out any semblance of light. The air felt heavy and pregnant with foreboding as Barbara and Ethan sat helplessly in their car, the silence only broken by the occasional crack of thunder and the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain on the roof. Just then, another flash pierced through thick clouds above—a brilliant streak that illuminated distorted images flickering across the cold shadows slumbering beneath the trees. Was that malicious laughter? It hung thick in the air like an uninvited guest,

“I thought I heard something.” I peeled myself away from him, listening intently. But all I could hear was the rush of his blood through his veins, the thump of his heart, and the rustling of nocturnal creatures in the bracken. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Then, in the distance, I heard the crackle of thunder. Skye let out a breath I hadn’t realised he’d been holding. He shook his head, smiling dopily down at me. “My mistake,” he said.

The violet lightning struck. The Sound of the Heart The world turned into a blinding strobe of indigo and white. Leo’s body arched as the massive electrical surge poured through him and into the earth. The sound wasn't a bang; it was a deep, resonant thrum that vibrated in the very marrow of their bones. When the light faded, the storm had broken. The clouds parted, revealing a cold, starlit sky. Leo lay face down on the basalt, his clothes smoking, his breath still.