Storm's Tears

                        Tears that fall from your melancholic eyes

                        Tiny raindrops from a stormy night.

        Oh what a dark and gloomy day!  Such sadness surrounds my fateful life.  This storm brings back that lonely night, devoured by despair, deeply desperate, death's prey.

        Three and a half years ago, under fair-weathered, fun-filled days, I enjoyed the company of my family.  My loving husband, his words of wisdom brought rays of hope to our whole family.  My handsome twins.  Princes of joy and energy!  Such helpful sons and caring brothers towards their baby sister.  My pretty princess - filled with innocence - brightens up my day.

        Then came one stormy night, very much like today, tragedy struck my perfect home.  From my humble abode, I sat by the window, with a candle in my hand, and waited anxiously for my husband and sons to come back home from work and school.  My daughter was nearby, playing with her toys - not a care in the world.  Moments later, from a distance, I spotted the lights of our black pickup truck.  They're here!  I waited a little more.  Slowly driving and ready to park, in a blink of an eye, lightning struck.

        Shocked.  I dropped my candle, motionless and speechless.  Right in front of my eyes, our pickup truck exploded with my husband and sons still inside.  It took me some time to snap back into reality, regain mobility, after I heard my daughter crying and screaming.  I turned around, and there she was, in agony.  Her fair and soft skin was being eaten alive by yellow flames.  Flames from the candle I accidentally dropped a few seconds ago.

        I couldn't do anything.  I couldn't save her.  All I could do was sit there and let tears fall from my eyes. One stormy night, one just like today, my perfect family became nothing but ash.  So I sat there, by the window, staring outside at our burning pickup truck as the flames from my candle scattered, burned my daughter and destroyed my house.  My home.  Then, it was all over.

        The storm had passed.  Our bodies found - ash and soot.  But here I am, still waiting for that fair-weathered, fun-filled day to come back.  I am still waiting for a ray of hope, joy and energy, and a brightened day, much like last time. Before everything exploded and burned down three and a half years ago.