Deafening thunders stark lightning is the storm. Pouring
water pounding wind. Scattering leaves broken branches. Not darkness, not light
and not alone but still afraid.
“Hey, don’t be afraid,” he said, “it is only water and
wind. The trees stand.”
Hesitated. Disbelieved.
“The storm after will bring a rainbow.” He said.
“The storm will stop right? Right?!”
“Why? I’m gonna be with you, you ok
with that?” He asked......
