**** Note. This is an extended metaphor where my daughter compared our family to a thunderstorm. It is not to have a set form ...I am sure you cn pick up on what or who I am ..LOL
My family is a terrifying thunderstorm, raging throughout my life, never prohibiting me a glimpse of the sun's luminescent rays.
My storm began with a calignous cloud, thick, and dense, blocking all chance at a shimmer of light. My grandmother wasnt always a cloud, but after being rained apon heavily many times, she became this black abyss.
The bitter cold rain, pours down on the world, quickly removing the blue skies and sunshine. I drench everything in sight, not allowing anything on the outside, anything vulnerable to be left dry, or untouched.
The wind whips wildly and snaps harshly, furiously and full of its own demise. My father chose his own lonely fate, forever being an instigator to our storm. Its presence surrounds us all, but it is invisible and unreachable, the wonder and mystery of r whirl wind family.
The crashing roll of thunder, aware of the power and strength in the role it plays, explodes throughout the sky. Its deafening blast keeps the world from seeing the whisper behind the roar. But the lonliness and heartache in the thunder's call is as obvious as the fear in a heart of a child, clinging to his mother for dear life. My brother will continue to hide behind the mask that is truely his own fear and conciete, never letting anyone become aware of his fear for the thunders violent howl.
The lightening shoots throughout the sky, expelling electricity that makes the storm rage on. The lightening began as an innocent atom of energy, never imagining to grow to be the most powerful herione in this twister. But a sheets of rain began to pour, and the thunder began to boom, she grew, taking the lead and the responsibilty to make the storm the most amazing it could be. My mom uses her power to deal with the protection of every aspect in the storm, sometimes not allowing us to protect her in return for simple fear of failure in the perfection of this particular storm.
Our storm, unlike any other has a rainbow in it as well. Its the one part of the storm that can calm down the ferocity and force us to cease and allow sunshine. My step father uses his many colours to sooth and protect and to love and to teach. He allows the cloud to be dark but never to quit being billowy, permits the rain time to pour as long as it gives itself time to replenish, the thunder to roll as long as it allows enough peace for people to sleep, and the lightening to scatter throughout the plentiful skies as long as it returns to its atom of energy. And all the while his colours outshine us all as he remains serene and a sign of hope.
My family is a thunderstorm, its full of surprises, promises, problems to be solved, and love. I would never wish to be a part of any other thunderstorm.
SO PROUD of her ability to write from the soul and heart............
Cait did in Grade 9 and won English award ...I cried when I read it so did Howie
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Post Edited (Howlyncat) : 12/17/2008 3:26:08 PM (GMT-7)