Crack of Thunder

Onyx presents

Crack of Thunder

The full moon is hidden by
the masses of clouds.
Thunder, lightning, and
pounding, relentless rain.
You're running. The mud
won't stop you. Running as
fast as ever. Not scared.
Racing. The whole pack is
here tonight. Playful barks
ring within the sound of
rain, nearly masking the
wet sound of paws ripping
over the earth. Heart
pounding. Tounge flying!
It's a great night to be a
wolf, and the whole pack
seems to agree. The trees
whistle by, the air is
crisp. You lean into a hard
trun in the path. The
resulting spray of dirt
splits the pack, and
suddenly, it's a game of
tag. Not even teddy bears
dare tread here tonight.
This is the boys night out.

It's one am, June 5, 1995