I put on my coat and walked outside. I heard that it will be a storm coming. It wasn't a storm it was my tears falling from the sky. I walked and stepped into the puddles full of pain. I cried my eyes out.
The wind blew harder. I zipped up my coat and kept walking. I created a dangerous storm and it's because I lost a person that I never thought I would lose. Every time I cried more the storm got more dangerous. I couldn't stop crying. I saw lightning and heard loud thunder.
While I'm hurt I'm hurting people in the process. I made sure it didn't hit that one person. I felt everything I was doing. I heard the voices that me and that person said to each other. I couldn't take it no more. I stopped walking and screamed out "I'm sorry". This storm got more stronger. I started walking again. I put on my hoodie and knew how to control this storm.
