A dark, smoggy night in the middle of winter, chills were running through the rooms of the house, like a ghost silently coming and silently going. Suddenly, in the distance, there was a faint booming sound like a drum being beaten. The noise soon started to get louder and louder and louder until all that could be heard was the deafening noise.
People from houses along the street ran out in their dressing gowns onto the road and huddled together to witness a roaring fire devastating the house of a family living nearby. The owners of the house desperately attempted to remove valuable and sentimental items from the burning wreck, but all was in vain as the glaring fire obliterated their irreplaceable possessions and their home.
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The incandescent flames suddenly erupted scattering fragmented glass and debris several yards away. The chillness of the stale, city air was devoured by the scorching blazes of the vicious element, which had just destroyed the lives of a victim family.
As the sun crept above the horizon, it shone vibrantly lighting up the scenery in the countryside landscape, but the events of the previous night had left an indentation in the surroundings of the small, unfamiliar settlement.
At the area of desolation, smoke continued to billow out of the rubble and a thick deposit of ash and dust had covered the street making it completely unrecognizable. The sky seemed as though it would release its contents on the gloomy scene. Impenetrable, dense smog polluted the atmosphere like a black cat creeping around the streets, but the rain stayed where it was, like an army in a battle, time is needed for the battle to start, but when it does, it doesn’t cease all that easily and quickly.
The night before, the neighbours had gone back inside their warm, pleasant, snug homes, but one family did not have the advantage of shelter or warmth. Instead, the entire family lay curled up on the dew-topped grass, huddled together, shivering in the frosty, winter wind. They had managed to get very few possessions out of the burning wreck, the night before, but the remainder of their belongings had burned away over the silent, yet lively night.
Even though the land itself had been severely damaged, the natural daily events started without delay. Birds were twittering and singing with the voices of angels, filling the air with the sweet sound of nature. They flew around, rooftop to rooftop at amazing speeds. Their feathers ruffled slightly in the breeze and, quite often, they sprung around on their tiny, diminutive feet on the lawns of people, living in the area, searching around for any traces of food for their breakfast.
The staleness of the winter air had slowly begun to fade away as the gentle wind carried it away with the smoke. The sun had now fully risen revealing all of its beauty. The hills and moors all shone with the intense sunlight and all the living things in the area woke up to the new day. The horses trotted out of their stables and galloped around the field, like an early morning ritual.
The victims of the tragedy also eventually woke up, still with the looks of utter disbelief and dismay on their faces as they looked at the scene of destruction. There was nothing left of what they knew as their shelter and home. The two small children were too ignorant to truly understand the situation, but they still got up and went to their ruined homes. They stood around the site desperate to find any more of their belongings.
The youngest was a small girl who held a small soft toy in one hand and had her thumb in her mouth. Tears were trickling down her plump cheeks. She sat down where she was standing with her legs crossed and cried. Her mother ran towards her with pursed lips and dragged her away from the giant wreckage as though she thought that her shattered home would burst up in great flames.
The air was still full of the lingering smoke and rain started to fall. Vast amounts of heavy rain fell on the small village and quickly formed huge puddles over the streets. The wreckage started to smoke vigorously but also slowed down quickly since any remains of fire or ash were extinguished before any more damage could be done. People living in their snug, warm homes ran to their windows to witness sheets of torrential rain crashing to the thick, impenetrable tarmac. As it fell onto the ground, loud thundering noises were made like the shattering of glass. The ground was almost groaning in grief as the rain continuously hammered it at a huge force and settled in great pools of motionless water.
The sun shone its rays, yet again, after many hours of thunderous rain. The puddles had forms large pools of water and shone in the gentle sunlight, yet the remains of the destroyed house lay there in between two other towering houses and had been abandoned by its owners who had left it to move on to a new place and leave their old one to stay there in its place, solitary and pitiful as it lay in ruins on a wet, windy winters day.
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