Faith
Part 2
By Heather
Rain
drops on the windshield
There’s a storm moving in
He’s heading back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Danny
walked to the door of the house, having finally torn himself away from her. She kissed him one last time pressing her barely concealed
body against his. Dropping the
edges of her robe she pulled him close, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapping
around her small, petite form.
He
finally pulled away again and kissed one last time.
Whispering goodbye and swearing to call her soon, he headed down the
driveway to his car. Opening the
door to his car he looked up to her, framed by the doorway, and waved. She waved back, and then quietly shut the door, her eyes
never leaving his.
He
opened his car door and slid inside. Looking
out the windshield he saw the raindrops decorating the clear, clean surface.
He cranked the car and looked at the clock, 4:22 blinked back at him.
Flipping his lights on he put the car in gear and began backing down the
driveway, hurrying home to his worried wife.
His
mind raced as he thought of a new excuse to offer up to her.
Anything would do. It was a
meeting, a late night with the guys at work; whatever would make do, to fool her
again. A flash of lightening seared
the sky, highlighting his face with the reflection of raindrops on the window,
in the dark of the night.
Every
light is burning
In a house across town
She’s pacing by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Michelle
looked out the window again, into the dark, stormy night.
Five minutes had passed since the last time she looked out, and
everything looked exactly the same. She
sighed and drew her favorite nightgown closer around her slight frame.
Lighting flashed, pursued by a crash of thunder, doing nothing to help
Michelle’s fear. She slowly walked back into the kitchen and poured herself
another cup of coffee, ignoring the stinging sensation left on her tongue and
throat as she took a large swallow. The
bitter, scorching hot liquid did nothing for her accept stir up her already
agitated stomach.
She
walked back out into the living room. Stopping
beside the telephone, she stared at it, willing it to ring. Good news, bad news, anything was better than this unbearable
waiting, not knowing was the hardest thing of all. But her thoughts, they were the worst thing of all.
Asking
for a miracle
Hoping she’s not right
Praying it’s the weather
That’s kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The
thunder crashed again and lightening flashed, just as the power went out and the
house was thrust into darkness once more.