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March 10, 2013
The thunder rumbles the sky leaving traces of its wrath in the cracks of your foundation.
The flashes of lightning frighten your children and prompt your Labrador to find solace in the laundry room.
Your significant other is stuck in rush hour traffic.
Please come home soon.

It's just a thunderstorm but tonight it feels like a metaphor.
BLAM
Your front gate is blown wide open by the whistling wind.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes.
Everything is going to be okay,
you tell yourself but you no longer feel secure.
BZZZZZ
Your garage door opens.
Phew!