When It Rains, It Pours

It was storming outside and I had just read a story in this awesome kind of style, so I decided to give it a try. So, here's to random thoughts that make stories.

When It Flashes, It Pounds

(When It Rains, It Pours)

 

It’s calm.

Erie and unnerving.

I need something solid to hold on to.

It’s way too calm.

It is always like this before the storm.

Before the wrath.

Before it hurts again.

Finally you’re here.

I knew you would be.

You never stay hidden for long.

Neither can I.

You always find my hiding places.

 

It flashes.

Too bright at times.

Sometimes I can’t even see for two minutes after.

I pretend the dreams are real.

But only the good ones.

My nightmares can stay in my sleep.

I already have enough of those to deal with when I’m awake.

It flashes again and I hide.

But you find me.

It strikes again.

Probably brighter than the first time.

This time it’s four minutes before I can see.

 

It pounds.

I am scared, but it doesn’t matter.

Beating down.

Bruising.

I bury myself further downward.

It never helps.

The pounding always comes after the flashes.

Always.

You are always predictable.

But always you’re not.

Never hide behind the couch.

It never works.

You will always be found.

 

It rains.

I can’t let you see my tears.

You will laugh.

Like you always do.

It hurts.

It only rains when you you’re asleep.

That is the only time it can.

Because I’m weak.

Always a soft rain.

A slow drizzle.

Only wetting my cheeks.

That is how it works.

That is how it’s going to stay.

Because you can’t find out.

I’m weak.

You know that.

But you can’t find out.

 

It pours.

From the sky.

From my eyes.

From my heart.

Soaking into every pore.

It doesn’t matter now.

You can’t stop me.

I can’t stop you.

But you still can’t stop me.

It still hurts.

Rain is nothing anymore.

Not when it pours.

 

It’s calm.

Again.

It’s tomorrow and you’re not here yet.

But you will be.

I hide and wait for the storm.

Again.

It’s coming.

I just have to wait for the flash.

For the pound.

For the rain.

So it can pour.

Again.

 

Author's Note

Jeez, where does this stuff come from.