Tempest Blows

Prologue

The clashing sound of waves,
The humming voice of the wind,
The rumbling bellows of the earth,
All in one Perfect Sonata.

Tick-tick-tick

'The sound seems so monotonous' the little boy thought as he sat idly with his mother, the Clock's hands moving, the boy sat there staring, waiting for the clock to strike 10.

Dooomm- Doomm

The Clock's deep sound echoed across

'Its 9 now, father should be arriving soon,' The young Arthur thought shifting his gaze from the clock to the silver knob fitted perfectly on the Door.

"He's late again, Arthur go to bed" his mother sighed,

"But mom, you said i can wait for Dad, until he arrives," Arthur said pleadingly,

"No means no arthur, now go to bed, okay dear?" His mother said while ruffling the little boy's hair,

the boy headed for his room, put out the lamp and shut his eyes tight, with a thought lingering in his mind,

'I hope Father comes'

But thoughts never become reality, dont they?