Thanks to Velvet Verbosity for continuing to give us a chance to stretch our creative muscles! This week’s prompt is “storm”.
The weatherman with his plastic smile could not help her now. Traditional radar wouldn’t track this storm but experience had taught her the warning signs: a chill in the air and heaviness in the atmosphere, the depth of the sighs and the frequency of slammed doors. She waited for the wailing, ready to stand her ground against fury triggered by perceived injustices. She prepared herself to dodge the barbs hurled in the form of insults. She steeled herself for the heart wrenching tears. No weather system could compare to the ravages of hormones. Ah, the joys of parenting a teenager.