In Lines 17-18 it says, “From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by”, generating a imagine of darkness. My imagination gives aid to my brain with polishing the image of a boldly darkened sky and creepy glass windows with no blinds where the author arranged himself. The windows are flooding with water and the house is tarnished. Surrounded by large trees and lack of civilization, he intensely watches the sky thunder flashes repeatedly causing ferocious sounds. Any average person would be startled by the storm lurid booms of thunder but he is intrigued not moving a muscles. Being and witnessing darkness is his element and somethings that completes
In Lines 17-18 it says, “From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by”, generating a imagine of darkness. My imagination gives aid to my brain with polishing the image of a boldly darkened sky and creepy glass windows with no blinds where the author arranged himself. The windows are flooding with water and the house is tarnished. Surrounded by large trees and lack of civilization, he intensely watches the sky thunder flashes repeatedly causing ferocious sounds. Any average person would be startled by the storm lurid booms of thunder but he is intrigued not moving a muscles. Being and witnessing darkness is his element and somethings that completes