Hurricane

At some points in everyone's life, they are afraid of storms, lightning, and thunder. The rumbling of the earth makes them flee their bed and rush into the arms of their mother. The sudden flash of light scares them awake, then unable to go back to sleep without the warmth of a guardian.
I never had that, I had other irrational fears but storms were never one of them. When my bed would rumble, when my room would light up for a split second I would smile. I would know that my father was working and he was alive. When my brother went into the family business It soothed my fears, knowing that the thunder was him filling some sort of destiny.
How I hate destiny. How I hate fate.