Niagara Gazette — There was no question about it in anyone’s mind. Something was coming! You could see it! You could feel it! You could even taste it! As Friday night ushered itself into existence and an unmistakable mood of some impending doom, dread, maybe even despair came into being in our wild and vivid imaginations; as the darkness slyly crept in and hovered over us we became shrouded in a web of mystery and wonder of just what was to be.
What is it about the dark, slowly, ominously lurking in the skies that brings thoughts or images of evil and fear to the hearts of men and that a dose of unpleasantness might be inevitably approaching the current calm in our lives. When I am able to foresee “doom”, I always conjure up in my mind the thought of Ray Bradbury’s eerie title of “Something Wicked This Way Comes” and a dastardliness is already on its way in and that natural urge to want to somewhere “take a run for it” from what might well be something very bad and definitely not at all of the norm, if that can even really be defined.
I think too of how on Good Friday darkness covered the land as Jesus Christ died his horrible and so very painful death on the cross to forgive us our sins, as Christian doctrine states. Perhaps that event is the epitome of associating the darkness with something so very wrong! The true indicator that the unexpectedness of “dark as night” brings with it the foreboding of a great warning we need to be alerted to and be forced to face at any cost.
And so at last it came — the big one, unlike a thunderstorm we’d not seen for a very long time, perhaps ever before. It started slow with only a quick drizzle coming down, but as the blackness covered the sky, along with nightfall hovering in the shadows, our city shrouded in the unknown of just how bad it was to be, we watched and we witnessed with almost childlike fascination as the rains turned into massive out of control torrents, pelting down sadistically on everything and anything in its unfortunate path.