Michael

Thunder rumbled like an angry giant pounding the sky, and rain poured down like a bucket. She sat at the window, staring into the darkness beyond the glass. It was late on the clock and he hadn't come back yet.

He, the CEO of a large company, was on a business trip, but he was due back tonight. She anxiously glanced at the phone, which was silent, as if oblivious to her existence.

Suddenly she heard the noise of a car. She jumped up from her chair and ran to the door. It was him, wet from the rain, but with a smile on his face.

"Sorry dear, I was late," he said as he hugged her.

The storm raged, the rumble of thunder echoed in her heart, as if counting the minutes until his return. She stood by the window, peering into the darkness. The phone was silent, as if it had forgotten her existence.

Suddenly the phone rang. "I'm on my way home," he whispered into the receiver. She smiled. "I'm waiting," she answered.