Do you remember the times when those extremely bad storms unexpectedly came through?
You were always so quick to run and take refuge inside, leaving me to weather those storms alone.
I never once left you to weather a storm alone.
I always ran inside, grabbed the umbrella hanging by the door, then came back to you and stood by your side, because I thought we were supposed to weather those storms together.
Over time, I have grown accustomed to weathering those storms alone, and now that I am gone, who will run inside, grab the umbrella and weather those storms alongside you?
©sjcarrpoet
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