Angels and demons clash in storm symphony

PUBLISHED : Friday, 17 May, 1996, 12:00am
UPDATED : Friday, 17 May, 1996, 12:00am

The reservoirs in Hong Kong were full, the lowlands in the New Territories were flooded, and the trees on the roadside were destroyed by wind and rain. What had happened? 'The No. 8 typhoon signal was hoisted 15 minutes ago,' said the reader on a special news programme on the radio. As soon as the news was over, there was a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder. The thunderstorm had begun.

The sound of the first heavy raindrops, accompanied by the thunder, sounded like the opening bars of a symphony concert. I was reminded of a concerto for two violins. More powerful sounds followed as the storm got underway. The rain became heavier, the thunder louder.

Raindrops were hitting away merrily on the window panes. What if the drops were transformed into little jade beads, and the panes of glass turned into plants of silver? What a pretty sight that would be, and what a lovely silvery, melody it would make. The raindrops fell harder, and seemed to want to break the glass and dance into my room.

The thunder now sounded awesome, like lions roaring at the sky. The lightning flashed like dragons writhing in the darkened heavens.

Around midnight I was awakened by a particularly loud crash of thunder. I sat up in bed and looked through the bedroom window. The sheets of rain hung like silk curtains in the garden. Or like a waterfall hanging in the air.

The thunder was not as lovely as the rain. It made me feel there was a demon shrieking at the wildness of the night. By the flashes of lightning, I could see the clouds. The clouds were ghosts, servants to the demon.

They were howling and screaming as they bore down on me, but I was not afraid. The lightning flashes were the swords of angels. They struck the ghosts down and slashed them into little pieces.

But in a second the ghosts had come together again.

The angels did not give up. The swords kept flashing, but the demon was strong too! Lightning and thunder followed with hardly a break.

Who would win the battle? 'The No. 3 typhoon signal has been hoisted,' came the news reader's voice in the morning. It was still raining, but the thunder and lightning were over.

'All the reservoirs in Hong Kong are full, the lowlands in the New Territories are flooded, and the trees on the roadside have been destroyed by strong winds and heavy rain.' The storm had caused widespread damage.

But storms are a part of nature. A truly heavy storm comes but once or twice a year, and it is always a thrilling experience.

Kassandra is a pupil of Madam Lau Kam Lung Secondary School of MFBM