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- I sat on a reclined chair, wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire, listening to the heavy rain thud against the window next to me and on the roof. Tap, tap, tap. The blanket my mom bought protected me from the orange sparks that flickered from the fireplace. The crackling of the fire was almost drowned out by the pounding of the rain. The heat embraced me like my mother did when I was little. Thunder storms would scare the living crap out of me and I would sprint as fast as I could into my mother’s bedroom, in her arms frightened, and interrupt her sleep. But then she would gently stroke my shaky arm with her soft hand, up and down. My head rested on her breast while I cried for it to stop and my heart ready to explode. Like the rain, she’d almost drown out the constant crashing in the sky. But she’d whisper that it was the Gods playing. And it’s funny in retrospect. It’s like I forgot whenever she said that because I’d ask her each time, “What are they playing! It sounds so scary!” And she’d reply,
- “They’re playing catch, my dear. Each time one of them drops the lighting spear it makes the thunderous sound we people hear.”
- I believed every word. I was a kid after all. I would look up at her and her crystal blue eyes would look back at me and make me limp. Oh she smiled when I went soft like jelly, cradled in her arms.