T.S. Lee - 1

He stares at the doorway watching the rain and the wind.

"What's the weather like?"

He looks at her. Just looks like he doesn't know what she is.

"It's a tropical storm. Sitting right on top of us. Three days of wet and windy."

"When does the bad stuff get here?"

Stares.

"Go look at the radar on TV. All that green and yellow - us for the next three days."

She walks away. He watches.

He turns back to watching the rain fall and the wind move the rain and trees all around.

He hopes she knows what disdain he has for her; but he knows that like the storm it might be too complex a thought.