Lightning Bringer

The storm pounds down around me. Bloated drops of water strike the stone I stand on. Smaller drops then arc away, spraying me with more liquid. My bare feet are slipping off the stone. Not slowly that I plunge into the rough, angry ocean without seeing what I came to see.I strain my eyes to see through the darkness, waiting for that brief flash of light. The cymbal crash of thunder warns me first. Then, the spear of electricity tears open the sky. When it hits the ocean, you can see the bubbling, sizzling water. My one true fear is dizzyingly close. Seconds later, the harsh, acidic smell crawls up my nose, stinging it. When I close my eyes can still see the flash of light. Then the instant darkness I am plunged into.My feet have frozen with fear. I probably would have fallen off with the next wave that hit my perch, if they hadn't already been hanging on for dear life.My toes feel scraped raw, gripping the stone with all they've got.

Resisting the urge to run takes all of my willpower. I won't leave though, not until I see what I came here for.When the biggest bolt hits, i get a quick, fleeting glimpse. Standing on a rock that no one can get to in this weather, is a figure. That figure is here each time a storm blows through. When I see it, lightning seems to emerge from it. This time though, the figure turns. For the first time, I see the real face of the figure. it is obviously a boy, no one that lives here though. He seems very well built, but his face is really what captures my eye. High cheek bones hold up his deeply tanned skin. I am envious of that, being snow white pale. His hair is a light brown with dark blonde streaks here and there.
From the distance I am at, the eyes stand out the most. They are beautiful, stunning even. They are so pale that they seem to glow in the harsh, burning light. If I was closer, they might be such a pale blue that they are almost translucent. They widen, in what looks to be surprise. It shocks me because I have been coming here for about the past 4-6 thunder storms. The light is then extinguished and the darkness consumes me. the only sound to be heard is the soft pitter-patter of rain as it slowly comes to a halt.