What had started out as a beautiful sunny day turned into the biggest storm I’ve seen in years.

I grabbed my things and started organizing. It was a bit late to turn back now. The lightning is striking hard and the rain’s heavier. Now’s the time.

Leaving is an art form to me. You can have a graceful exit or a messy departure. Usually those tend to leave a big impression on the times spent with others. Storms are no different. A peaceful rain shower can leave a place looking beautiful and welcoming. A storm leaves you with a world gone wrong.

Out my window sits pure darkness with the occasionally glimpse of scattered light. I have to go. My house will start leaking, my power is going to go out, chances are it’ll be destroyed if the tree standing next to it sways any more.

My things were packed. I stepped out into the pouring rain to look at my home one last time. Memories all being rocked by what felt now to be a hurricane. I climbed into the car and drove off, not looking back, only at the night ahead.