The Storm

• Short story

								
The bright rays of the sun,
reached her bed from the window.
Making their presence felt,
as she woke.
She made her bed and hair in pigtails,
and headed downstairs.
On the farm, she only had ma and pa,
and she greeted the pair.

After breakfast, great conversation, and chores,
she headed to see Seven.
Her horse, love, and friend.
Seven greeted her like always,
nudging her with his nose.

She brushed Seven, as he stomped,
as if doing a trick.
While focused on some cows,
around a salt lick.
The sun had been blocked,
by clouds passing.
She smelled it in the air,
a storm coming.

The clouds rolled in,
not unsuspecting by the young girl.
As she held Seven,
the air cooled as it whirled.
She could see the lighting,
over the hill in the yonder.
She could hear the roar,
of the thunder.
Staring out of the barn doors,
as the rain greeted the dry ground.
Hypnotized by the falling rain,
as Seven woke her with his sound.

She shut her eyes,
and listened to the rain.
Where once was dirt,
mud now remained.
The smell of the water,
running through the dirt,
filled her nose.
Might be the last time she experience this calm,
she supposed.

She never let ma and pa know.
She done had overheard them on the phone.
Seen the letters,
in red overdue.
Saw the worry in them both,
not knowing what to do.

Since before the storm,
she knew it was coming.
Signs were there,
no sense pretending.
Now that it was upon,
only one thought kept her alarmed.
What to do,
to not lose the farm?

The lightning,
triggered thoughts of yesterday before.
Growing up,
and playing on the farm.
Since she had a thought,
she only known happiness here.
Her face grew disappointed,
as a raindrop mixed with a tear.

Times had gotten tough though.
The corn was getting more difficult to grow.
The land had started to lose,
it's luster and fertile coat.
Ground was drying up and dying,
unlike before.

Still she loved this place.
The mean to do something,
showed on her face.
It was much hers,
as anyone else.
She was willing to fight,
no more keeping it to herself.
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