Comments about Tasha Young
You hear the sound of roaring thunder miles out on the water.
It's getting closer but done for the day.
A bright light streams across the sky it flashes as a rope strobe light.
As I look out and up from my patio of my beach house I try to watch but it just hurts my eyes.
After the light comes the sound a loud roaring rumble as a bowling ball hiting against bowling pins in a stirke.