Thunder echoed around the darkening sky

Thunder echoed around the darkening sky. Stars lost their way amongst the clouds. And slowly the first drop of rain was squeezed from the bundles of grey. It fell with the intensity of fear, and it shattered onto the earth as if it were a chandelier.

The girl sat in the field of quivering grass and wondered ‘Why is everyone afraid of a little rain?’ Maybe people run because they’re frightened the water will wash away their manicured masks. It will flatten their product hair, ruin their expensive clothes, rid their stench of cologne, and leave them no different to any other human – trapped in the tears of heaven. No label, no fashion, nothing but a person soaking wet on the slippery road.

The girl sits amongst the swirling leaves and wonders ‘Why is everyone afraid of a little noise?’ maybe people run because the noise deafens their ears. Perhaps the sound of thunder overcomes the shrill voices of their phones and isolates them for a while. Maybe we hate being isolated because we now hate and fear ourselves.

People say a storm symbolises chaos, fury, darkness, hate, revenge. The girl will sit on the ruins of our world, a white dove beside her, and wonder ‘Why was everyone afraid of a little storm? It’s what they turned their lives into.’ The dove will rest contently as the little girl will wonder still, ‘Why were they so stupid? The storm can always end.’