Written for the Challenge: Word Prompt. The word I chose was storm.
As Rick walked out the door of the hospital unable to take the heavy silence broken only by the sounds of sobbing that filled the waiting area, he couldn't help but think that the storm raging around him was apropos. The lashing winds coupled with the pouring rain and loud claps of thunder served as a reminder that all was not right—Kate had been shot. She could die.
Soaked to the skin, Rick fell against the side of the building—feeling the bite of the rough bricks against the bare skin of his hands, which were still red with her blood, as he lashed out and punched the wall supporting him—letting his tears mingle with the rivulets of cold rain as they streaked down his face.
