Storm

I sit in the cold wet grass.
Images of happiness dance around me
none of them involving me.
The thunder rumbles around me.
I slowly turn my head to the sky
It's like he's speaking.
He's mad.

He wants me to go inside before the storm.
I shake my head slightly.
"Leave me alone." I whisper to the grass.
The first drop plops on my hand.
The second on my jeans.
The rain falls harder.
Until it's a sheet of darkness silently threatening me.

"Leave me alone." I say at normal level.
The rain gets harder.
Purple lightning strikes the ground.
Thunder roars in the distance.

"Leave me alone!" I finally scream.
Rain turns into hail,
leaving little red dots on my arms.
The pain is bearable.
To a certain point.

I want to get up but my legs don't move.
He was taken away from me.
He left me in a world of darkness.
Why?

"I hate everything about you.
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you.
Why do I love you?"
I sang to myself.
I guess he heard me.

Purple lightning struck again.
This time, much closer to me.
"I'm sorry." I say to the sky.

The hail stopped.
Now it was a soft rain.
The black clouds drifted away.
I saw him.
His hand was outstretched.
I took it gratefully.
He pulled me up off the grass.
His arms of warmth surrounded me.
The darkness disengrated.
Happiness and light engulfed me.
I was home.
He was here.