“The Storm”
Aug 16, 2019It’s a miserable morning. Cold and grey, mostly quiet. Sound of a tractor and the highway far off in the distance.
They were warned about the storm. But they weren’t warned about how powerful it would be. The field is lined with tents of all sizes and the wind whips them into a fury. Comrades wade through the mud, the ones brave enough to face the outside world.
Inside his tent, Tony cowers. He’s not sure if the storm is worse outside or inside. The rain pounds all sides of the tent. Water finds its way in through tiny holes and vents meant to keep air flowing. The skeleton is flimsy and buckles, barely able to keep itself up. Tony wonders how long before the whole thing collapses and what’s left of his dry clothes becomes as wet and muddy as the ground outside.
Surrounded by stages on all sides, the air is filled with the sounds of noise rock and death metal. The soundwaves mute and muffle as they mix with the soundwaves of wind and rain. The eternal struggle for dominance. Man versus nature. Tony is overwhelmed. His few layers of clothing, sleeping bag, and earbuds playing relaxation music can only do so much to defend against the war outside. He came for this but he had no idea the war inside his head would be the most powerful.