Honeysuckle and Sunburns

It was raining again. It was always raining.

"A hurricane is powerful, Ahma, like nothing you will ever understand. They rage in us as we resemble them."

My mother always said I reminded her of a hurricane. I'm unsure if that was a compliment or a fear... Maybe a bit of both.

"The only thing that can stop a hurricane is another hurricane, spinning in the opposite direction."

She always looked sad as she looked out at the raging waves, her fingers dancing over the golden pendant around her neck. The wind and rain would rattle the windows and she would smile.

She wasn't enough of a hurricane to tame my father. I remember that much of him. His violent temper and raging steel eyes, always looking for the next opportunity to rip the world apart with his bare hands. But she was the sun that rose in the west after it was all over. The human-ness of the people putting the town back together, brick by brick.

I'm not sure what I am... but I'm a lot scarier than a hurricane