A Storm In The Tea Cup

A Storm In The Tea Cup 

A sensitive and capricious teacup was set on the depleted, wooden table. A Hollow and dusk shadow fell and the water inside the teacup started to whirl indignantly . The Storm assaults and it resembles if a tsunamic wave has started. The waves begin to ascend high and crash brutally Reneging, sprinkling water over the delicate edges. The wind respirate heedlessly, swirling the dainty teacup around in ceaseless circles. The rain drops into the teacup, swashing and creating a few swells. The lightning glimmers out yonder, enlightening the open space. The thunder snarls showing its outrage with echoes. The waves progress in level, ascending to the outrageous stature, slipping with a gigantic measure of intensity, constraining water heedlessly far off. The breeze exhales out with a shuddering wind, making a whirlpool with shooting icicles. The rain pours down, similar to a precipitation, spilling the water high and low. The lightning flashes , with Blazing heat  poles  all around. The thunder bursts with rage and fierceness, it's utmost and Extremism exhibiting. The waves are perfidious, as the solid vitality surges through the harsh current. The breeze blows severely, crushing masses and making everything to be destructed. The lightning shafts, sending shockwaves in every single distinctive course above. The thunder rolls, making and sending vibrations in the air and beneath. A cleft starts to crawl its way down the delicate sides, scarring the teacup with a mark. The waves ebb the coarse shore, reaching the lustrous edge before the fall. The breeze Booms the air, tipping and turning the teacup at startling edges. The rain surges the teacup, swooshing water  environing around it, skimming like a vitiated ship . The lightning looms over the shaky teacup and flashes with scarifying and brutality. As the crack keeps on Growing ,  the line turns out to be all the more stressing. The fissure starts to spread, making more scars as the teacup debilitates, and the teacup is lined however not from age. The thunder blasts downward on the teacup, thundering, making the fatigued table tremble and to shake. But then  the waves start to fall and the water ends up quiet, tranquil, calm and peaceful with just ripples. The breeze starts to unwind, and turns into a lovely breeze. The lightning starts to finish up, with glimmers in the far separation. The thunder starts to peaceful, turning into close to a stifled whisper and as the sun radiates through the  window and the Tempted storm has settled, the table has turned out to be more helpless and can just barely manage the weight. After the brawl the table is left with imperfections and it's surface has turned out to be harsh and battered. But upon the table, drowning in its own, there lay the broken teacup exclaiming the entire story  "A Storm in the TeaCup ".

Writer : RoMie ❤️

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