As I looked through the window my gaze was draw to the tree in my back yard. It looked so torn and broken yet so handsome and fierce at the same time. My thoughts fell to the rain as it hits my window like a thousand speeding bullets from a firing squad. I am thinking about the rain and about how it is cold and wet and still mystifying and peaceful. I don't know what happened but after staring at the tree for a while my thoughts were wrapped around each drop of water that fell from the darkening sky, I started to feel differently about the rain. I appreciated it more and wondered if there really was someone up there in the sky. If so were they mad and felt they needed to "let off some steam?" was there something we humans had done to anger the gods?

I was still pondering this as I went to bed and the rain battled on. I fell asleep to the calming rhythm of the rain hitting my window. I had a weird dream that night, it was about my dog. He was sitting like people do in a chair eating doughnuts. Then my dream changed, I was standing on the peak of a mountain. The snow was blowing all around I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. The cold was like daggers against my skin. But in my mind I knew there was something I had to do. Then my dream changed again....

I was standing in a room with a chair in the middle of it. But there was someone in the chair. I turned when I heard my name.

"Naomi" a voice from behind me croaked. I turned quickly and saw the person in the chair. The man tried to move but I stopped him.

"Don't move father, the nurse will be here soon and she will help you" I said looking at him. He sighed and closed his eyes. I turned around and my eyes searched around until I found what I had been looking for. A man was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. I knelt down and searched for a pulse. He didn't have one.

"He is dead, Father" I whispered, "I told him I would kill him for what he did to you and he didn't believe me"

My father mumbled something but I didn't hear him. I walked over to the window and I gazed out. It was raining. How ironic. I smiled I felt like I was home again. I heard a noise and I turned. I could see my father was turning. I knew he was dying but I didn't want to believe it. I walked over to him and sat down. I was thinking about the rain when I heard some wheezing, I quickly turned. My father was gasping next to me so I gripped his arm and held on to it tightly.

"Father, FATHER!!" I cried, "Please, don't leave me, I only just found you father, PLEASE!"

I was sobbing now.

"Naomi...I....I....I lo......I love.......I love......I love yo......................I love you" gasped my father. He took one last shuddering breathe and the all was silent except for my crying.

"Father?" I whimpered. There was no answer. I was so overcome by grief that I picked up the weapon I used to kill the other man and I drove it deep into my heart. The last thing I heard was a shrill scream coming from my own mouth.

I sat up strait. I was screaming. My chest hurt and my hands felt like they were on fire. That was the worst nightmare I had ever had. As I was staring at my hands I realised something that would change my life forever until the day I died.

I had dreamed my future

I had dreamed my death