The Storm

Had Liz stayed inside the house, she would have lived to see the boy she was afraid she’d never see. Her baby brother.

It’s raining outside and it’s windy too. The drizzle has suddenly turned into a heavy shower and the cool breeze that blew across her pink cheeks has now turned into something wild and unruly. Each drop of rain that falls on the tin roof of the veranda sounds like stones being dropped from above. She shutters at the thought of the many tornadoes and cyclones she had heard about… could this possibly be one? Never before had encountered one and she didn’t know if this was one of them. A thousand thoughts speeds across her mind… what if something happens to her? What if she never gets to see her parents again? She wonders what her parents are doing at the very moment. They had promised to bring home a baby brother but will she see him? Will she live past the storm? The thoughts are scary, just like the monster stories… she’s worried and jumps out of her bed. She walks to the door and tugs onto the big door handle. Granny’s asleep and with all the noise, she doesn’t hear the six year old step out of the house to see if the sky had finished emptying the clouds yet. For a second she likes the bitter wind than pins her sweater onto her skin. There comes the sound… where is it coming from? Oh! It’s water. She only has time to smile at the sight of water. It floods her… she’s thinking about her visit to the water park a few months ago. This seems the same… only she’s still a little bit afraid. It comes crashing on to her… she’s being dragged away from granny and her house. She tries to push against the water, and her feet hits something so terribly that she cries out in pain. Windows are shut and doors locked No one hears her. She begins to breathe in water instead of air… Her lungs feel like they are on fire, so tight and so fierce. It spreads across her chest and up her throat. She gives up and collapses, and the water carries her away just like it had come. There’s a knock on the door home. Everyone’s celebrating and grandma calls out to little Liz to come see her baby brother. No answer. Her parents look at each other and her dad runs to her room… they had just brought home a new member to the family. Another had just left.

P.S: I have no clue why I wrote this… I think I’m losing my mind.
P.P.S: It’s raining outside and it’s windy too. I can hear it and feel it.


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. alienentity
    May 31, 2013 @ 07:21:43



  2. Zeeshan
    May 31, 2013 @ 14:42:24

    The rain comes, bringing with it stories. Some of them terrifying. Some of them calm 🙂


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