I’m scared and alone. The rain is pounding like small rocks against the building surrounding me. I know not what to do if the tornado comes. I sit on the third floor, confused, by the mass of people on their porches. What are they awing about? I have no one to comfort me or reassure me during this time. I just busy myself with writing and cleaning, hoping it will all go away. If it comes, if I die, no one will know of my writings. No one will come to understand the complexity of yet another human’s mind. The rain slows and quickens to an unheard beat. It falls with might, the thunder and lightening reminders of nature’s authority. Sirens blast in warning. My heart races in anticipation. I am scared and alone.
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