Thunder Match

The Basin Seller felt distraught, there wasn't a single soul in sight of the neighborhood he would often pass by.

Were people really that afraid of going outside and something weird happening to them? He thought as he carried along with his cart full of basins, many were still fresh in their respective coats of paint: red, blue, green, and gray. Most of them were in their darker shades.

His mind focused to the skies which rumbled with great power. Thunder booming around, a sign of a storm coming.

When the Seller was a child, he recalled moments where he had matches with the thunder, to see who was the loudest.

Right now, there was nobody, and it started to rain. The seller ignored this, and took out two medium sized basins, each hand holding it by the side. He clashed the two basins together, making a sound.

But it was a far cry compared to the thunder.

He extended his arms and he slammed the basins. His eyes widened as a soundwave from the basins were shooting across the sky, heading above.

The thunder roared, and a soundwave pushed the Seller to the ground. The Seller went back up on his feet, anger fueling inside of him.

He clashed his basins, sending a soundwave. Seconds after, he did it again. One by one he threw basin soundwaves towards the thunder. Smaller in noise quality but greater in quantity.

The thunder's soundwave was blocked by the tens to hundreds of basin soundwaves. The Seller slammed his basins, it clashed with the previous soundwaves, and an explosion appeared in his eyes.

It blew away the dark clouds, revealing the sun.

The Seller smiled as he started to see people peek their heads out of their homes. He finally saw potential customers.