my beautiful rescue
At exactly 6:23 this morning, my eyes flew open. My heart was racing, but I didn’t know why. Is someone breaking in, or did I have another bad dreams? It must have been a bad dream, they’ve been occuring so often. Then, a loud crashing sound made my eyes widen in fear. Then, other sounds came to my attention. Water? Ahh, yes. I understand now. Rain. So the crashing sound was obviously thunder. Then a blinding flash of light breaks through the cracks in my blind and the open spaces of my curtains. I blink, eyes tingling from the sudden burst of light. Yes, definitely a storm. My heart rate dances faster, but not because of fear, no, this time it was excitement! I throw the covers off myself, and stumble out of bed like a drunk, and make my way towards the window. My fingers found the smooth feeling of the cold blind shades, and I pull one open, force my eyes open as much as I can, and stare out into the bliss of white. Snow? How can it be snowing? It’s May. Fog? Yes, fog makes much more sense. But not enough sense to make my curiosity go back to sleep along with my body. It has to be rain, I can hear it pouring on the roof. Rain. Lots of rain. So much rain in fact, that I could hardly see the tree that was about 9 feet away from my window. Excitement had now overcome me, and despite my better judgement, I did not crawl back into my bed under my safe covers and lull myself back to sleep. No, this was an adventure. And what 16 year old girl would pass up an adventure. More confidently, and wide awake, I make my way to the door. I turn the door knob, and with a satisfying creaking sound, the door pulls open. I make my way to the front door, the cold tile beneath my feet caused me to shiver. I look around, unnecessarily to check and see if anyone is watching me. Clear. I turn the first lock until I hear a click, the second lock, and another click. The big, brown door is unlocked. Cautiously, slowly, I open the door, with more effort than my bedroom door. I open it a crack, and a fresh new wave of sounds came pouring into my ears. My hand tightens on the door knob, and I’m amazed at what I see. So much water. Wet. Everything was covered. It was like looking out into the vast ocean. By now my imagination was running wild. I squint my eyes, desperate to see more. Yes! I see the trees! They’re angry. Thrashing around wildly. Fear once again, and then awe. Remembrance of how powerful and mighty our King is. Bigger than the storm that He created. More powerful. Yet, so gentle and kind. I glance at the orange glowing light coming from one of the near by clocks. It read 6:28 am. My eyes began to to close. Giving one last, admiring look at the beautiful storm caving in around me. Quietly, cautiously, I closed the door. And clicked back the two locks. Tired, I drug myself back to my room, closed the door behind me, and sank back into my big bed, and pulled the red covers over me, and snuggled deeper into my pillows, breathing in deeply. My eyes close, and I give one last final sigh. The sounds began to fade, and as one last rumble of thunder roared, and the swooshing sound of the rain, and the flash of light came through, the smile on my face fell. She’s asleep.
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