And then there was silence. The noise had echoed away from a harsh, breaking, booming to a low rumble, to a small rattle as if shaken by a baby's hand - and then, there was silence. I sipped my cider, having been so abruptly left to ponder the sounds odd coming and just as strange going. There was little there before the racket worth noticing, but now that it was gone, the rest found in the air was far from peaceful. I poked my head around a bit, wondering briefly if I could discern anything in this newly-founded quiet I found myself immersed in. It was so very interesting this predicament, as I thought this one word most appropriate albeit I've no idea why. It indeed was a very oppressive silence, I did decide, and I almost wondered if the noise was better. When I sipped at the cider again, it was cool, almost cold and not as sweet on my tongue. I did frown a little at it and rose, only to discover little beneath my feet as well. Raising an eyebrow at this new discovery, I proceeded to heat the cider and sip at it again. I wondered again at the noise and its portents. Perhaps it was some little things that were snuffed out like a candle flame, or maybe the equal results in reverse. Tilting my head to one side I looked about me again. There was quite a void left. Maybe I could change that a little? I might as well try my hand at it. The quiet did so bother me. I stirred the air with my right hand, careful and clockwise. I did then take my left hand and stir the air with it, careful and counter-clockwise. The gales thus created spread out from me and away. A slight humming in the air was brought to my ears and I did wonder at it as well. I much preferred this song to the lack of before. I then twisted the two storms into one storm, but they did not fully mix much to my disappointment. The corners of my mouth turned down and I spun up more air, careful to keep it separate from the other two. Surprisingly, they hovered near each other, and even once or twice in perfect rhythm spun together. I put forth my hand to draw them apart, but they did so on their own. I smiled at this and let them dance together in that sweet ballad they created together. I followed them a bit, but as they waltzed throughout my room, I decided to leave them on their own, as the two were such a charming pair. I did not want to disturb my little creations, and with such a mischievous grin, I turned away from them a little, and they played on their own. Then something gave me pause, and I did turn and wonder at my cute little toys, one thought now on my mind: what to name them? I thought of naming the three storms different things, but as I found this very unfitting, I then thought of naming the two storms different names, but this, also, I found strange. And so deciding, I peered closely at these curios and said to them: you are my little universe; and I am your little god. And so saying, and so smiling, I turned again and sipped at my cider and laughed at the new sound I did discover.

The End