My essay.

Lol, an essay I did for school, but I like it sooooo.. yeah. :3

    The rain outside was falling hard. The thunder was screaming, and the lightning was
blinding. I hate thunderstorms with every fiber in my being, and I have since I was a little
girl. So why was I sitting near the window, watching?

 

    There were two reasons, I think, that I couldn't peel my eyes away from the window.
The first reason was that my mind wouldn't stop worrying me with images of crashing
planes; ones that were hit by lightning, or knocked off balance by strong, forcive winds.

 

    The second reason was that a man I haven't seen in ten years was on his way to see
me, right now; possibly on said plane. But the plane issue wasn't the main reason I was
all out-of-sorts: I was nervous. How do you act, what do you expect, from a man you love
and haven't seen in ten years?

 

    A loud crashing noise brought me out of my trance. It wasn't thunder. When I came
upstairs I saw my mother, soaking wet with an open suitcase, dropped accidentally,
clothes littered all over the floor. Nervous, I helped my mother pick up the clothes.

 

  "Where is he?" I asked painfully, refolding a deep purple dress shirt that had 
fallen from the suitcase.

 

    Just as I asked this question, the door opened from across the room.
The lights flickered.

 

   "Amy?" called a deep voice from the darkness past my front door. The voice was
louder than the rain outside; more startling than the crashing thunder.

 

    Then he emerged. Broad and husky, six-feet and five-inches tall, the light illuminated
the man's soaking wet, friendly figure; the man I haven't seen in ten years... my big brother.

 

    And he stayed with us. He helped me cook, and we had a food fight. We took a walk,
and it turned into a race. He is a whole foot taller than me, and a larger version of me;
from his dark features, to his build (although I'm much smaller), right down to his hearty,
contagious laugh and smile. I rekindled with my best friend.

 

    That week with my brother was the best. I learned that even though you spent ten years
away from someone, five-hundred miles apart, the love and understanding doesn't go
away. He is me; I am him. All that time, and we know eachother so well.

 

    Looking out the window again, the day is much nicer; the sun is shining, the sky is blue,
and I wave goodbye to my brother, the man I hadn't seen in a decade, and just spent a week with.
This time, I wasn't looking out with fearful anticipation. Instead, I was happy. I felt fulfilled.

 

    No matter how far away, how much time goes by, love withstands it; and even though
we had grown up, lived our lives, and changed, nothing was able to truly seperate me
from my big brother.