The runway is dark — no flights in or out today in the distance crackling lightning races across the sky and pierces the curtain of tumbling raindrops tossed by the unrelenting howling wind the strobe blinds me and etches the outline of my body against my bedroom wall for a fleeting second then the rumbling boom rattles my window scattering echoes like scudding waves around me The room is dark — sleep eludes me tonight a swirling storm in the deepest recesses of my mind tossing spinning monochromatic images of Hiroshima Shadows etched on city walls and sidewalks by that…