*Warning tissues might be needed*
The sky was a mixture of gray and navy; the clouds heavy with rain matched his insides. Driving on the Texas highway headed home. A place that never would be the same. Just an empty building that kept the storm outside while a tornado brewed in his gut. The days had been long at her side machines singing in hums and beeps He tried to pray knowing God was his fortress, but the words didn't come; only teardrops fell in sync with the rain falling on his windshield now. He had to escape that hospital room. It smelled of the unfortunate looming death. Doctors saying, they had done all they could. He needed to find a place to regroup. A place to get his thoughts straight. He needed to figure out a way to say goodbye to the perfect angel he had been blessed with. One mile at a time. How was he going to make it through this pain? Only the Lord knew the answer to that along with all the other million questions zooming through the racetrack of his mind. Would the storm continue through the night? One moment changed forever. Escaping the rain, he fell to his knees in the darkness of the place she should be safely asleep. Dear God, please I ask you to help her. Help me. Take the breath from me only provide it to her. I can't live without her in this earth you created. My angel please don't take her yet. I'm not ready. I have made so many mistakes and you forgave them. Please don't take her because of my wrongs. She is perfectly made from your own hands. Please God I just want the pain to disappear. Allow me to escape the rain, to be safe in your arms with my child holding my hand just a little longer. This I beg of you Lord. Out of breath and words he fell silent. It wasn't going to change things the rain outside would stop but the storm inside would never end.
This was written with the word prompt of "regroup" for the #hopewriterlifechallenge created by #hopewriterlife
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