Picture Prompt-Writerverse
That was the day it began. Still don’t really know if it was the beginning of the end or the beginning of a beginning. But it was definitely the day the whole world changed.
I remember seeing the storm clouds roll in. Thinking that they looked dark and ominous. Thinking that maybe this would be a bigger storm than any we’d seen in recent years. But suddenly they stopped. Just outside our property. Just on the edge. They stopped. And they hovered. But they never came any closer.
I remember asking my dad about it. If he’d ever remembered storm clouds doing that before, just stopping. Halting in the air, almost as if they were thinking, deliberately picking a spot.
He said that he hadn’t. And then he said that I was thinking about it all a little too much. They were just clouds. It was just weather. They’d come or they wouldn’t. We’d survive it like we’d survived other things. There was no need to worry.
The clouds hung there for almost two whole days when the rain began to fall. Rain that scorched the grass, turned it brown, killed it, disintegrated it sometimes, left the outside made of dust and mud.
Dad said it was probably acid rain, but he wasn’t sure.
But the clouds never came closer.
It was the beginning of our realization that the world had two parts now, an outside and an inside. We were inside, and the acid rain was outside.
While we’ve watched continual horrible things happen outside, life inside isn’t easy.
Outside they have atrocities to deal with, but inside, we have to speculate of the atrocities we are capable of. Because inside…
Inside…
Resources are becoming scarce.
I remember seeing the storm clouds roll in. Thinking that they looked dark and ominous. Thinking that maybe this would be a bigger storm than any we’d seen in recent years. But suddenly they stopped. Just outside our property. Just on the edge. They stopped. And they hovered. But they never came any closer.
I remember asking my dad about it. If he’d ever remembered storm clouds doing that before, just stopping. Halting in the air, almost as if they were thinking, deliberately picking a spot.
He said that he hadn’t. And then he said that I was thinking about it all a little too much. They were just clouds. It was just weather. They’d come or they wouldn’t. We’d survive it like we’d survived other things. There was no need to worry.
The clouds hung there for almost two whole days when the rain began to fall. Rain that scorched the grass, turned it brown, killed it, disintegrated it sometimes, left the outside made of dust and mud.
Dad said it was probably acid rain, but he wasn’t sure.
But the clouds never came closer.
It was the beginning of our realization that the world had two parts now, an outside and an inside. We were inside, and the acid rain was outside.
While we’ve watched continual horrible things happen outside, life inside isn’t easy.
Outside they have atrocities to deal with, but inside, we have to speculate of the atrocities we are capable of. Because inside…
Inside…
Resources are becoming scarce.