The lightning was near now, and from fear he walked so close behind me he kept stepping on my heels. the faster i walked, the faster he walked, so i began to run. the rain was coming, roaring through the pines, and then, like a bursting roman candle, a gum tree ahead of us was shattered by a bolt of lightning. when the deafening peal of thunder had died, and in the moment before the rain arrived, i heard doodle, who had fallen behind, cry out, “brother, brother, don’t leave me! don’t leave me! ” the imagery in this excerpt most reflects the sense of sight to emphasize the fear that doodle was feeling. the sense of sight to emphasize how difficult it was for the boys to see. the sense of sound to emphasize the frustration of the narrator. the sense of sound to emphasize the intense volume of the storm.