text: The warm humid winds before the storm once made me feel a feeling of happiness. The Storms of summer and spring always brought me joy as a child, they made life so fun and puddles that the storms caused I would play in for hours at a time, they had a special thing that just made me enjoy them. But now it all brings me dread. My dread is the one of pure fear, the fear of annihilation. My many memories I had with these storms, so many great beautiful memories, but alas this shall be my last storm. I am but an old withered man with my life coming to an end soon. My life was a great life, I had many good friends, Many good times, many laughs, many sad cries, My life was filled with joy and sorrow and I loved it and wouldn’t trade my life for anothers. No one to say goodbye to before this storm sweeps me away like a crashing wave on high tide. Like the fallen empires and kingdoms of the past. Life for me was a beautiful thing, even on the verge of death life is great and though I don’t want this dream of mind to end it shall be so as my time has come. All my children have passed, My wife is gone as well. My parents and grandparents are long gone. I have said my goodbyes to them in their last moments when their last storm came. All my friends gone and in their graves living happily in eternity. But look on the bright side of things, look to the eye of the storm. I will see them soon and we can meet again. All my grandchildren have left me for their jobs and kids of their own. I have sent them all letters to see me one last time before the storm hits. But only one has came, My favorite grandchild sits by my side on the porch watching as the clouds roll in and he sees my health degrade. He sits here holding my hand and I can see him holding back his tears as we feel the warm humid winds of the storm blowing into us harder and harder as we await the first droplet of water to fall from the sky. The warm humid winds before the storm always brought me great memories and at least I know that this time it will be the greatest of my memories, my last one. My grandson can no longer hold back his tears as he gives me one last hug. I hug him back in return and I assured him that things will be alright and to stay positive. I told him to tell the others to not cry at my funeral and that though I spent my last years alone with few visits, to not regret anything with me and to be happy for me and that one day they may be with me too with no other distractions in their wake. As I feel the first rain drop hit my face I knew my time was up. I said my last goodbyes to my grandchild put a smile on my face and closed my eyes. My time is up. I had a great life after all, why should I be sad? What is life without death? What is joy without sorrow? What is earth without trees? My time is up and once again I lived a long happy life and I’m glad I could spend my last moments with my grandchild in the warm humid winds before the storm. I’m Happy that I could hug someone one last time. I’m happy that I had someones hand to hold as I go. I’m happy I could feel the awakening of the storm with my grandson as my life comes to an end. This is the end and I am happy. This is life and it’s how I wanted it to be.