No Control

Monday, March 31st, 2025

He was trying to plan out his week

When the hurricane hit

First the winds came

Than the rain

Than the hail

The sky was furious

It raged against him

It rained inside of him

So he ran outside

And shook his fist at it

A few threats and swear words leaving his lips

But the wind was swift

And it started to lift him off his feet

Spinning him around 

Fifty feet off of the ground

Head over heels

Hail pelting him in the face

He laughed at the darkening sky

Holding his stomach

He laughed and laughed

Like a kid would

Like it was a damn ride at the local fair

“I just wanted to plan out my bloody week!”

He yelled through his laughs.

“I wanted to set myself straight today! To point my ship in a better direction! I wanted to try to manifest and attract, like I used to do!”

Lightning struck next to him

Followed by a booming thunder

The wind uprooted a few trees

The hail grew to the size of golfballs

The wind lifted him higher off the ground

“Alright! Alright! I get it!”

A tornado formed a few feet in front of his face

The river flooded

The mountains erupted

The ground split

The sky behind the dark clouds turned red

“I’ll let go! I won’t try to control anything! I’ll just float with the weather! . . . Whatever the hell that means . . . I don’t even really believe in manifesting!! I just thought it was pretty cool to think we have that much power . . . to have that much control . . .”

The clouds started to break

And a beam of light pierced through the darkness

The winds started to bring him back to the ground

The hail turned to rain

“These meteorologists can’t predict anything for shit,” he mumbled to himself as he picked up his hat and dusted off his clothes.