As the sun sets, I can’t keep myself from gazing at the clouds on the horizon. The sun’s fading light paints the sky and the clouds with beautiful shades of pink and purple. I wonder how the sun, which glows orange as it sinks below the horizon, can create such colors on the surrounding clouds and sky.
There’s a storm coming. I can see the clouds on the horizon. Black angry clouds are rolling in. The wind has picked up. The leaves are screaming as they shake violently in the trees. An ominous tune of the storm to come. The sky darkens and the branches bow to the wind.
There’s a storm coming. I’ve been walking on eggshells for weeks. I’ve been putting on an act to placate him, to keep the peace but I can feel it brewing. Deep in my bones I know the clouds are on the horizon. They are charging up with electrons. I hope the subsequent explosion won’t be too bad. I’ve been good. I’ve been so good. I haven’t provoked him or complained. I’ve been good. Please…please don’t let him rain down on me hard. Please…please let it just be angry words or name calling. Please no fists. Please no shoves, no black eyes or busted lips. Oh please I pray. I have been good, so good.
The clouds are on the horizon and I have no way of knowing when they will erupt. I have no way of protecting me from the terror to come. Hopefully…hopefully…hopefully he will see how good I’ve been. I pray he remembers how good I’ve been and how much I love him. Oh please I pray. Oh please I beg. Oh please…