Boom

Pooring rain,

crashing skies.

"Mommy, what's that boom?"

She says, "honey, that's a thunderstorm."

Loud noises,

echoing through the house.

powerless rooms,

dark and scary,

as the lightning blinks

and silhouettes the jagged trees outside the window.

Questions running through my mind.

"Am I going to die?"

"Is this the end of the world?"

"Dear, it's only a storm. It will pass. Don't worry."

Nothing calms me.

Shaking,

sitting on the ground.

I must get away from the windows.

Candles flicker, not helping the darkness at all.

Crying, shivering.

What is happening?

"Mommy, I don't like the boom."

Author's Note

From the time I was very young, loud noises, and especially thunderstorms really scared me. I still get really shaken up when we have one. and usually end up sitting against a wall under a blanket rocking back and forth. I don't know what it is about them, I just can't handle it.

Reviews

[Tania Leigh]

My dad sad when I was very young I would scream and cry whenever a firetruck went by with its sirens blaring....to this day, I still wince when I hear them, so I can relate to how an aversion as great as that can follow you into adulthood.

I wish you the best and hope your fears are lessened with time....

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[Becca :)]

awwww thats sad. but its nice, from a child's perspective. and nice imagery too. =]