After the Storm

Her life had always been a thunderstorm.

The world around her had been filled with roars that made hands tremble and hair rise.

(The darkness of a closet was her safe-haven)

The air that gave life was so thick it choked you, the tension always building until it climaxed with a loud CLAP!

The lightning struck.

(Running from the tension ended with scraped knees and split lips.)

There were always raindrops in the storm

Droplets that stained cheeks and hid behind tired smiles

(The rain was no more than a drizzle during the day but at night it became fierce, torrential.)

The people near the storm always closed their doors and covered their windows

They didn’t want the rain to get it,

the lightning to scare their children.

(Oblivion is bliss for some, prolonged agony for others)

 

But then You arrived

Her first umbrella.

You were a vivid spot of red in the ocean of gray

An umbrella that didn’t get lost when the storm hit, but rather rested a hand on her

shoulder and opened in defense against the onslaught

You were the perfect umbrella

Contently tucked into a backpack,

A strong shield against the storm

Never bending

Never breaking

Aiding in her rescue from the caging storm that raised her from birth and claimed her to

be a toy, something weak and

incapable of strength

But the umbrella made her invincible, a shield that turned her into a warrior

 

Warriors are not afraid of the thunderstorm

and

Umbrella’s sometimes save the world