Passing through the storm

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The door to yesterday flung open
with force and raging temperament
twisting like the hurricane, emotions rose
taking pieces of our sanity – discarding them

with violent blows, hammer on wood
our senses were assaulted, our rational
dispersed like spiralling winds from a
tornado, unable to root to earth

the blanket of fog we stepped into
not only was outside at the hour
on the hour, but carpeted our bodies
as we witnessed, your end to life

today we woke, the fog lifted
though the grey still sits and waits
patiently for us, till we have thoughts
of tomorrow – till we are ordinary again

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May I just add a very big thank you to everyone for your empathy and condolences with the events of yesterday.

Grant me the serenity to change

Trifecta Week   # 71

Anna’s head rested upon crossed arms on the kitchen table.

The sleeves of her jumper soggy. She knew she had to face him, head on…again.

The kids were upstairs doing their homework, the clock on the wall marking the seconds, growing louder, as her thoughts bounced back and forth to the pursuing conversation or screaming match that was about to take place.

The car finally pulled into the driveway, he had finished work three hours ago.
She heard the garage door open and close, the engine stop, the door slam shut.

Anna tensed, listening to his footsteps as he walked into the house.

She held her breath and lifted her head, wiping the tears, smudging her mascara.

“Hi” Andrew, said, his voice quiet, withdrawn.

Anger crept through her gut, she wasn’t in the mood for the “How was your day?” routine.

“What’s up, you been crying”?

“Andrew… my credit card was declined at the Supermarket, the electric and gas companies phoned threatening to cut off the supply”.

“Is that what you’re worried about, hell Anna I get paid next week, it’s fine, I wish you would stop this shit”, his voice rising in anger.

“How many times can’t we pay our bloody bills. What if the utilities are cut off, we’re in bloody winter, the kids, how do we bath them without hot water, how do we feed them”?

“You have to stop”, she screamed.

“Oh for christ sake Anna, enough!”

“That’s why you’re late again, a little flutter on those bloody machines before you came home”?

“I just put a little in, I work bloody hard, I’m entitled to a little fun aren’t I?” he roared back.

Anna stood up from the table grabbing the small bundle of $1 notes from under her jumper, throwing them at her husbands face, to rain over him and scatter at his feet.

“That, she yelled, is what you may as well be doing with our money”.

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Footnote:

I wrote this due to the gambling addiction that so many people face over here and I assume all over the world. I have known of cases where children have not been bathed for 2 weeks, because the parents are gambling their money away and cannot afford the bills.

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The word is Rain (Transitive Verb) 3rd definition as below to be used.
3: to take a lot of money in bill form and toss it up in the air. This is most effectively done at a strip club for the effect of raining one dollar bills on the dancers (and it makes them feel so pretty), or to snub a hater by throwing money into their face that then falls to the floor like rain (use this when paying a debt to a punk bitch who keeps asking for their money to the point that they are ruining your friendship or when dumping someone who has been bankrolling you for a while now that you’re making money).

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Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
The word itself needs to be included in your response.
You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.

For: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com

Remember…Rain…Rebellion

Trifextra Challenge Week 60   We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response.  You may use the words in any order you choose.

Our three words are:

remember
rain
rebellion

Pure rebellion
I stand
against the
squall

           face
body soaked

relentless rain
I weep

         tears meld
hit the ground

reflection of yesterdays

         knowing
time does not stand still
remember

           I scream
be courageous
fight on

This is for Trifecta

Picture11-1-1I am in a slightly dark place at the moment hence the above

What will they say when I’m gone

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What shall be written
when I pass from this earth?
what words etched in stone
‘bove the place where I’ll rest?

Who shall write them
who shall decide?
the day when my time comes
the day that I die

Will I be remembered
for selfless love?
will I be known for
making you laugh?

Will I be missed
for the help that I gave?
will I be content
as I sleep in my grave?

Will family cry
and miss who I was?
will friends shed a
tear.. simply because?

Will rain fall and hit
the casket that lowers?
or will the sun shine
touch the wood and the flowers?

Tears weeped of sadness
the loss of a soul
pain in the hearts
just remember me well

I did all I could in the
life that I led
I was a woman, a wife
a mother and yet..

I wish tears of happiness
to flow down your cheeks
tears that I ‘did right’
did all that I could

My life will miss yours
I’ll remember your voice
the happiness shared
don’t grieve but rejoice

Set the butterfly free
watch it wing to the skies
yes I’ll truly miss you
but I’ve said my goodbyes

Some moments not proud of
many others that were
please smile as you lower me
this is what I’d prefer