Write about: the storm shelter.
There's definitely a storm brewing out there. The light after sundown tonight was... electric. Like there should have been lightning forking across the sky.
I went down to the basement to grab some laundry and felt like I was going into... well, today's prompt had to come from somewhere, right?
Big day tomorrow. Going to try to get some extra sleep tonight.
Which might be hard, considering Max has just come down with his second cold.
Rain lashes against the walls in fruitless fury, making nary a dent upon its surface. Wind uproots trees and hurls them toward the building like a giant's javelin, and those huddled within notice nothing. No cup is overturned, not even a stray drop falls wasted to the floor.
It had been built to withstand the end of days, and this storm was a far cry from doomsday. Cracks were nonexistent, foundations dug deep into the earth. Too deep, some said. Ancient things might be disturbed at such depths.
Such concerns were met with scorn and summarily ignored. The shelter would keep them safe from any disasters Mother Nature might think to hurl against its exterior.
Disasters born within those walls, however, were an entirely different matter...