this morning #1995.

this morning, the air rapidly warmed & before any of us were able to say “holy sweet jesus,” a storm came buzzing in from the west, darkening the sky & drowning the ground. we immediately retreated to the basement & waited as the house began to rumble & creak. even though i should be used to weather like this by now, i still wanted to scream. couldn’t though. it’s up to me to keep the family from freaking out. as they huddled up on the couch, afraid to say a thing, i paced about struggling to sort out my emotions. “man of the house.” my son spoke up first. “dad…are we going to die?” seconds after he said this, there was a colossal crash outside of the house. my daughter instantly started to cry. so did i.