Storm Clouds

The sun is warm on bare skin. The grass sways. A single leaf lets go. But there’s a storm inside. It started as a darkening, then the light mist of rain that turned into a drenching, the kind that soaks the ground until it can’t hold anymore. The water rushes, ripping up flowers, throwing boulders, crashing through everything you had so carefully built to keep yourself standing. The lightning is…