The Storm

The love she had given was real… though virtual at the moment, real none-the less… she gave her heart.. her mind.. her thoughts.. she gave her time.. she made plans… she was at peace and she was happy… to give to this one.. was her very heart beat.. her joy and soon her joy would be fulfilled… she laid down at night in peace and calm.. and went to sleep.. only to awake to a storm that would leave her shaken. Morning comes… the sun had risen… but clouds loomed… the wind blew and the cold rain fell… there was no protection for what would come next.. the foundation that she was sure was built in trust had cracks and the water would start seeping in… She crumpled in a heap…her tears flowing matching the rain that came down… the storm came out of nowhere.. what could she had done to prevent the damage? What did she do wrong promises made… broken and fallen to the ground. Reality started to set in though.. no one is immune from the storms… sometimes they come out of nowhere.. and other times you can spot them from miles away.. looking at the clouds looming… what made her think she was an exception to the rule? You see the house that was built was a new construction… barely a few weeks old… but it was still very real… and very much hers… and one storm was capable to destroy it all… hours and hours of labor only to see the cracks in the foundation with water pouring in.. knocking walls down.. wind blowing windows in…damn storm!!!! Never once did she feel anger for the storm… storms come… but she felt an unshakable grief… can the house be repaired? Or will another storm come and thrash the house again? The walls have been torn down… the foundation remains.. does it get reinforced? Construction is laborious.. hard work.. sweat and tears.. anything that is worth doing takes time.. takes effort.. blood… sweat and tears… fatigue… anything that will stand the test of time and weather the storms requires much. She stands and looks at the broken walls… the roof that collapsed due to the storm.. and puts her head in her hands and cries yet again… overwhelmed with emotion… the contractor of this project made promises that this construction would be strong.. would weather all the storms and nothing would knock the walls down… promises made… yet she loved the way the house was taking shape… storm or no storm.. she seen the potential beauty… The storm showed her the weaknesses of the construction… she completely moved with emotion wondered what she could have done to prevent it… She always hated storms… they were disastrous.. leaving casualties in it’s wake.. no respecter or persons…she feared them… could this house be rebuilt.. could the walls be reinforced… The worst part of this storm… was she was incapable to stop it.. she wasn’t even given warning it was coming… it came right amongst a clear blue sky… she is moved with emotion and tears flow… a raging tornado moving through her soul… where were the arms to comfort her during this time.. again she cried… and there was no one to hear…