Oil and tempest

She ran to the tall window and stared out on the storm crossing the sea.
It was about four miles out yet but the trees were trying to lay down already and the cold rushes spoke of hail and big hard rain drops . She turned back to look in your eyes as lightning struck and turned the whole bit to oil and canvas.
And you stood there, enthralled.

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