D storm is buildin up,......... i cn feel d wind pickin up speed as i stand on d edge of d cliff, blowing against my face....... ders d smell of partially wet soil in d wind.  on a dark night it wud hv appeared as approaching rain , bt d darkest of clouds over d horizon make me judge otherwise...... i see a tree stump nearby , so i sit next 2 it, tryin 2 make up my mind whether 2 leave or not...... unable 2 decide, a part of me wants 2 escape d rain , d other wants 2 fight d fury of d sky...... so i choose d best way, 2 wait a li'l longer.........................................................................................................................................................
i wait a few more hours, until it becomes difficult 2 sit still due 2 d bellowing wind. so i hold d stump tightly fr protection, bt den suddenly realise dat I've made my decision...... 2 stay....... so , i stand up ,still holdin d stump.... tryin 2 luk in2 d face of d furore, bt d sky is cunning... he directs d rain drops in2 my eyes so dat i hv 2 look down 2wards d ground...... bt i fight back.... 

the storm has now completely taken over..........  I can’t open my eyes nemore , steel-like splashes of rain lashing against me........ I kneel down holdin d stump as tightly as i cn ..d stump s my only support. I open my eyes a li’l n see d words “ I’ll always be there for u” scratched on d bark of d stump. Apparently sum stupid lover did dis fr his girl friend.....  i curse d lover boy , n wait patiently fr d storm 2 subside......

I lose all track of time, d wind tries 2 blow me away... i violently resist ...... i realiz d value of d stump, n dat nthin shud b under estimated in lyf.... dear stump....... den suddenly d furore stops, as if it’s tired of me....... n blows away behind me 2 search fr more imbecile morons lyk me ........

I stand up2 my feet, drippin wet...... I luk at my clothes n at my now mud coloured shoes....... “Drat, Mom is gonna kill me for dis “... i walk off kickin d stump!