The Storm

It was nine in the evening. Showers and lighting have been happening all day. A storm is coming. She can feel it. Deep in her bones she senses a presence. She walks outside on her balcony. All she can see is the city light that remind her of fireflies. The sky turns purple with white streaks painting lines across the sky. The storm, it's here now. She can tell, but it is not any normal storm. It is the biggest of all. Boats sail on the water down below her. The rain had stopped for a short while, only to begin soon enough. She longs to be away from the storm, and to be with the busy city people. She can't hide from it. It will always follow her. Then, her front door opens, and she knows that the storm has arrived. "Hello...", It speaks.