Series of Natural Disasters

April showers bring May flowers, at least, that's my friend used to tell me. Of course, she didn't understand that there's a heck of a difference between " April showers" and a full blown hurricane. And all hurricanes bring is destruction, loss, and heartbreak.

So, maybe May flowers work for her, but my storms don't have silver linings. My clouds don't seem to have linings at all. Just this never ending torrent or water, winds, heck! hail, sleet, lightning, a tornado or two. Whatever life just feels like throwing at me on any given day.

I could talk about the earthquake when I was seven when my dad decided to up and leave the family. I could go on about the thunderstorms of my mom's growing alcoholism. I could tell about the nights full of hail and sleet as I tried to cry away the sounds of my family's problems.

The constant winds blowing at me as I was labeled the kid her father didn't want. The debris caught in the wind pummeling me with the harsh words of others. But you know, I kept standing. I let the wind blow. I let the ground shake. Lightning struck, thunder roared. I ignored it or, at least, pretended I did.

But even the strongest of trees can't stand up to a tornado. And, boy, did my tornado hit hard.

I was twenty-two, in love, no cares. My natural disaster of a past was behind me. He was my rock, my precious umbrella. He shielded me from all those awful things, helped me put them in the past. I was living in sunshine, for a moment, that is. Everything was good until the tornado came and swept him away.

This tornado had a name, a figure, and her daddy's wallet. Of course my umbrella was swept away. But that was the last straw. I wasn't going to stand by and let something else ruin my life. I wasn't going to watch as the tornado spun around me with my beloved in her arms.

I decided to become the natural disaster of someone else's happy life. I decided to rush through and ruin any plans they had. I began spinning and didn't stop or even look back until I had succeeded.

My umbrella would never be swept away again. I would never allow him to be swirled in the arms of anyone but me. So, I had to make sure I was the last arms he would ever feel the embrace of.

And that, officer, is why I had to murder my beloved.