this morning #122.

this morning, he was balancing on one foot like a boss. a prelude to the approaching winds whipped round the backyard, making the challenge all that more difficult. they’d carried the furniture down to the basement last night, leaving the patio bare. all the windows were boarded up. his parents had gathered candles & flashlights in the kitchen. it was obviously overkill. everybody freaked before the last two storms & they hadn’t been shit. why would they think this one would be any different? with that thought, he lost his balance & tumbled to the lawn. as he looked up at the sky & the rain fell on his face, a storm named for a greek letter was coming to knock his life off balance.