A hailstorm came through today. I watched as the sky grew dark and the wind started to whip the pines. The chimes on the porch clanged a warning sound that rang lonely and shrill in the expectant hush. The vibrations of a distant roll of thunder reached my ear drums, setting my skin a-tingling. The air became green-grey, thickening like soup as I looked out the window. And then it was upon us. For a brief second I could hear the hailstones beating a quick march on the ground, coming quickly at the house, and then they were at the window, on the roof, skittering across the deck. They were enthusiastic little things, dancing, bouncing, pinging all around. Thunder rumbled right over me, lightning flickered, the wind blew as the trees shook off the attack. Then it was gone. As quickly as it had come, the storm moved on leaving silence and a brightening sky in its wake. Small drifts of hailstones lay in a glistening carpet on the ground, casualties of their own violent ecstasy.
Another, different kind of storm also blew through today, though no one else took notice. I'd watched the currents of my thoughts darkening and my emotions beginning to spin in a dangerous and irrational manner. I thought of you so far away and my heart began to wail with an eerie intuition. He has forgotten you, it cried, He no longer cares to hear your voice or see your words and soon enough you will see. You will pull from him the truth and then you will be alone! I was beaten with a million tiny doubts. They pounded and skittered upon my hopes with devilish glee, and I prayed that you would tell me soon so I could finally surrender to the ice. But then you said you loved me and the storm stopped. The silence in my heart was immense. I was left with the lifeless and swiftly melting debris of my insecurities.
The weather these days, eh? Changeable and strange.
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