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Well This Is Something I Wrote For This Thing On IAW...(Indian Amateur Writers... This Community On Orkut)

The flash of light awakes me. Beautiful. The rain and the wind, they've done it again. A perfect storm rages outside. People run about trying to stay dry. They do not try hard enough I say to myself. I do not have to try. I am not worried about the storm. It cannot touch me here. Another flash of light. It seems almost as though God himself is reaching down to us. He does so with a little too much noise doesn't he? For I see a child looking with awe at the light and then clenching onto his mothers leg. He is afraid of the sound. So much noise. Too much noise. But I do not hear a thing. Far away i see a man who waits for a bus to come get him. But it will not be there anytime soon. He shivers and waits, just shivers an waits. I am warm here. Because here, it is never too cold. A woman stands there all alone. Just waiting for someone she loves to take her home. I have someone i love right here. She gives me kiss on my cheek and I smile. I kiss her back, she smiles.

Suddenly, I realize that I have something that very few of us are blessed with. I have all that I shall ever need in one place. I have a sanctuary, I have a little piece of heaven. I have... I have a home.