Descriptive Essay On A Storm

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Do you recognize the emotion of feeling overwhelmed for no reason and the urge to cry until you’re eyes burn from the lack of tears? Lately, I have been feeling that way. It’s not something pleasant nor do I want to keep feeling this sensation, but I do anyways. It seems that there is a black cloud that hangs over my head every day and just when it seems to clear up, it starts to pour over me again. Each droplet containing sadness, fear, among other mixture of feelings that with time start weighing me down. This constant battle against a storm seems to be useless, but I try for the sake of those around me; even if it means being the one left out in the rain holding the umbrella.
The coldness that is growing within my heart causes me to be bury myself under a pile of blankets all day long. The eclipse effect the black drapes and a bright window create, serve to conceal both an uncleaned room and an ungroomed human being. As saddened as I could be, I still become a furious thunderstorm at the sight of my husband. Unable to help, he became useless in my eyes. Like the calm before and after the storm he stood quiet, unable to comprehend all of the hurt that was inflicted upon him with words as strong as hail. His smile after …show more content…

From cloudy to sunny, I had nothing to complain; except for the fact that the weather is very unpredictable. My phone rang while at the dentist office. Her greeting was a rustling thunder and the purpose of her call struck me like lighting. Soon after it started to pour all around me. The conversation was a despairing reminder of my tragedy and the source of all madness. My internal dam could hold back no more and became over flooded with pure emotion and pain. Wondering eyes caught sight of this storm. Without a hint of shame they looked and as I walked away I could feel their whispering winds brush against my ears and burrow into my

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