A huge clap of thunder nearly shook Shasta from her bed. She had no idea how long shed been asleep. She had read in bed for a while before finally switching off the lantern. The weather had been calm then.
Now, a tempest was unleashing all its apocalyptic fury on her little island. She could hear rain pounding the roof in torrents. Wind howled through the trees and all around the cabin, adding to the cacophony of sounds, and she was blinded by a brilliant flash of lightning, only to be shaken by the immediate report of its corresponding thunder.