Storms

Photo by Nikolett Emmert

When I was a kid the rain used to freak me out. I used to be scared that it would turn into a thunderstorm. The loud crashes in the sky, the house vibrating from the atoms clashing, the sky turning green, lightning flashing. The bright light flickering in from my windows. The wind gusts howling and groaning. Me hiding under the covers, with a pillow covering my face. Fear quaking throughout my small body. It was worse if there was hail racketing against the house. My body would shake and quake just like the house. 

Eventually the storm is over, of course. But in the moment the fear overcomes me. I have succumbed to its clutches. As an adult it's easy to believe I was silly for being so fearful of something like a thunderstorm. They relax me now. Sometimes I even take comfort in them. A reflection of what I feel crashing inside me as the wind and thunder crash outside my window. A roaring I cannot express myself.

-AW