Red fury.

Powerful winds billowed shaking huge trees ,from bottom to top threatening to snap them like match sticks.Darkness fell but the sky didn't turn black It took a pinkish red hue ,a sure indication of the oncoming rainfall and storm.

Rain drops sliced through at times like sharp icicles and at times poured in gallons forming a heavy curtain .
The scene out in the open was raw , the power of nature unveiled for mortals to view and wonder.
The scene inside , concentrated on a small box ,beaming cosy red carpeted parliamentary hall,the debate on Lokpal was equally furious. The power of mortals over mortals, skillful speeches and emotions.,competing with the fury of the cyclonic storm outside.

I was caught between the devil and the deep sea.Observe natures unchecked fury or of those worthies. The worthy's won !At front of their theatrics and torrent of words the raging storm outside with 100 km an hour wind,seemed tame.

Curiously or should i say co incidentally neither the predictions of the weather man and met bulletins nor that of the anchors and tickers running ,went awry.
Whilst the storm gathered more force late into the night,the drama in the august hall,by then also reached its climax,by the much debated ,riled and eagerly awaited bill being torn to bits and scattering it to the winds,delaying a decision on its fate.
Both predictions were for once, right.