I hear the distant rumble of thunder, a low growl that seems to echo my grief. The sky has turned a dark, ominous gray, mirroring the turmoil inside me. The wind picks up, rustling the leaves in the trees, whispering secrets of the past and promises of the future.
For a moment, it feels like time stands still. The world around me fades away, and all that exists is the rain, the earth, and my overwhelming sorrow. I let it consume me, let it wash over me like the relentless storm.
Suddenly, I feel a presence beside me. It’s Dad, his face etched with worry and sadness. He holds an umbrella over us, shielding me from the worst of the rain. He kneels beside me, his eyes filled with understanding and love.
“Kyle, it’s time to go home,” he says gently, his voice a lifeline in the storm.
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