Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #68: "Lightning"
Standing alone in the downpour, he kicked at the smoldering embers, and felt like throwing up. Throughout the long, hot summer, the Weyr had taken so much care fighting Thread over the tinder-dry woodlands. Mis-timed flame or simple falling char could cause more damage than a single Thread-burrow, so they'd flown as high as they'd dared, catching every last Thread well before Telgar's extensive woodlands could be threatened.
But the much-needed rains had arrived too late. The first storms had brought high winds and lightning, nature's fury spreading devastation over many miles.
All that effort, for nothing.
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