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The Temperamental Tempest

A. C. Lippert

    Helen sat on the couch near the sliding glass door that opened out to the deck. The air was thick with humidity and thunder occasionally boomed in the distance. The storm was steadily creeping across the bay towards the family cottage in Traverse City, Michigan. Water crashed into the rocky shore in the form of heavy waves beneath the house. Helen sat with a book balanced between her hand and her knee while her mind dove deep into the wonderments of the text. Half of the sliding glass door was pulled back and only a thin sheet of screen separated the wilderness from the furnished. Helen could hear the hearty rush of water every time it attacked the shore. She felt gusts of dense breeze as it hastily filtered through the sturdy mesh of the door every time the wind blew.
    The approaching storm was forcibly coaxed across the bay by the weighted wind. Its clouds grew darker and fiercer as Helen read more and more of her book. The young woman sat with her heel posted on the seat of the chair. Her knee poked up into the humid air and it looked as if she was prepared to pop the angry clouds when they passed. Her short Capri pants allowed the wind to tickle Helen’s leg whenever it felt the urge. The story in the book was becoming quite elaborate and the further she read, the more information about the true nature of her entertainment was unveiled. Her mind had become so dissolved in the book that Helen felt as if she had been immersed in an unknown sea. She had been submerged into murky waters. She had become lost in the waters and struggled to determine the true direction of the distant surface.
    The gusts of wind were progressively becoming stronger. Helen could feel the increased weight of the wind on the smooth skin of her leg. She unknowingly wore a sour, pouty expression on her lips. The storm was near, and the Sun’s light was completely blotted out by opaque, bulky clouds. A tall lamp peeked over Helen’s shoulder and provided all the light that she needed to read. The book that Helen held in her hand continued to pamper her imagination with the teachings of the text until the storm swiftly arrived.
    Rain began to fall from the gloomy clouds overhead. Droplets sprinkled onto the bay outside, splashed into the water, and then quickly dissipated as they blended with the rest of the body. The intensity of the wind picked up immensely. It forced several drops of rain to sift through the door’s screen until they splattered onto the floor of cherry. Soon the rain fell so thick that one could see only twenty feet outside of the window until they became blind. A few cars crashed that night due to the rain and one drove off the road into the bay. Lightning violently flickered its tongue and then thunder roared loudly.
    Layers of wind harshly smacked the windows and sides of the family cottage. Helen continued to read and scarcely noticed the effects of the storm. The storm outside mirrored her mood and the teachings of her tale. Her mind faded away from the book’s contents only long enough to hear the howl of the wind. Then, she dove back into the depths. Rain sadistically pelted the windows and flooded the wooden deck outside. Blustery weather pressed its heavy hand on the window behind Helen until it shattered. It was as if God touched a gentle finger to that window and pressed intensely. Fragments of fractured glass scattered throughout the interior of the house on the bay.
    Rain poured through the gaping hole in the wall. Pools of water started to gather on the wooden floor in neat puddles. The dreadful storm continued until Helen’s mood passed. When she released the tension on her lips, she placed the book down on a spot of dry floor beside her chair, and stood up. The girl looked around in bewilderment and genuine awe. ‘How could a little thunderstorm have caused so much damage?’ She thought. Then, Helen sat back down and waited for her husband to come home, so he could clean up the muddle that she had undoubtedly created.



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