For six months she was consumed by the sky.
If there were no plans, or people to visit,
She sat and stared out of the window.
Her mind told her that the sky contained her possible demise.
She had always been afraid of the rain and the storm.
The loud and boisterous roar of electricity changing form.
Afraid!
Under the blanket she would go.
Trying drastically to control her breathing while creating a tiny opening for her right eye to peep through.
This was the same defense she had mustered against the many dark nights of her childhood and beyond.
How could she tell anyone something so embarrassing?
She sat with her TV remote and phone nearby.
As the sky spoke in a multi-colored array of continuously changing forms,
She was more concerned with any circular patterns the clouds could form.
That meant a type of wind funnel was possible. For some odd reason, they had always seemed to form right above her apartment.
She watched the Weather Channel for her exact location.
Looking between the screen and the sky for accuracy.
Ready to speed dial in case of emergency.
Day after day. Month after month.
The Tornado never came. The Hurricane never came. The Tsunami never came.
And one day she realized;
This is not “normal”.
