Endurance

I should go back inside but I can't move. The weatherman warned me this morning, there is a storm coming. Don't put on your raincoat. Leave your umbrella at home. There is no way to protect yourself from what is going on in the fiels. Better to lock the doors, stay in bed, close the curtains, stock up on food and beverages. But I had been waiting for it for so long. And now it was here, and I wanted to face it, feel it, endure it. I layed down on the grass, looking at the sky getting darker and darker. The sound of violence was ringing in my ears and I closed my eyes. Nothing happened. It passed by me without saying hello.