Mom's Home Remedy for a Storm

Watching wide-eyed between white bordered window panes, wisps of broken bolts shatter, piercing the field of a black sheeted sky propped by waving branches framing both sides. Floating faster, spinning inside a cyclone of chocolate syrup and frothy, creamy milk, the mallows dance in sync with the droning wind chasing positive charges. A flash paints a portrait marked by scars as wet drops blur the looking glass, lit by a dim glow clinging to the ceiling, shedding warmth over the cluster of coloring books and fresh baked cookies. The fake fire crackles in the corner, snapping with each flash while the world beyond the window displays a similar show. She dotes on us, snuggling our small feet into blankets as we grin and gaze back while nature entertains.