Umbrellas and Skinned Knees

Her life had always been a thunderstorm.

The world around her had been filled with roars that made hands tremble and hair rise.

The darkness of a closet was her safe-haven.

The air that gave life was so thick it choked you, the tension always building until it climaxed with a loud CLAP!

The lightning struck.

Running from the tension ended with scraped knees and split lips.

There were always raindrops in the storm

Droplets that stained cheeks and hid behind tired smiles

The rain was no more than a drizzle during the day but at night it became fierce, torrential.

The people near the storm always closed their doors and covered their windows

They didn’t want the rain to get it, the lightning to scare their children.

Oblivion is bliss for some, prolonged agony for others.

But then You arrived

Her first umbrella.

You were a vivid spot of red in the ocean of gray

An umbrella that didn’t get lost when the storm hit, but rather rested a hand on her shoulder and opened in defense against the onslaught

You were the perfect umbrella

Contently tucked into a backpack,

A strong shield against the storm

Never bending

Never breaking

Aiding in her rescue from the raging storm that raised her from birth and claimed her to be a toy, something weak and incapable of strength

But the umbrella made her invincible, a shield that turned her into a warrior

Warriors are not afraid of the thunderstorm and sometimes Umbrella’s save the world


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