Storms Internal and External

The heavens have really opened up, the rain is pouring down as if it were dumped from the heavens in enormous buckets. I am lucky my room is on the second floor of this hotel. Looking out I can’t see the paving of the street for the rush of water. The depth of which has been growing steadily the last few hours. All that water is rushing down towards the main town square. The thunder is loud and follows less than a second after trails of furious white carved the sky in splinters. The wind is thumping trees and buildings alike, anything loose is picked up and disappears, maybe never to be seen again.

In all that natural violence I think of Zara. What is she doing? Is she safe? I think I could have kept her safe. I could keep her safe in this very room. I caught another glimpse of her the other day. I did not dare show my face for fear of rejection. Already she has written to dismiss me, denied writing about me, though she does not know me. She has no idea how I look and how lovingly I could look at her. But if the rumours hold, and she is impregnated, but with what does a Voice get impregnated, what does a Voice carry. It must all be nonsense. Who has ever seen her with someone? What has caused a life within her?

In my head is as much a storm as out in the real world. The thoughts whip around my cranium and flash behind my eyes. Cracks of thunderous ideas rock my thoughts. There is no calming it now. Maybe tomorrow it too will have passed and tranquility of emotionless bliss will return. I say ‘return’, but has such tranquility ever been there? I do not remember the last time there was rest inside my mind.

For now I must weather these storms, both external and internal. Hope for the best on the other end.

Morron[