Storm

People think that running away from things that scare you, solves your problem. It doesn't, I should know. My grandfather was born into an awful life. All he did was run, run from the storm that always happened at night inside his own home. He ran in the morning, when he had found that the storm had cooled, because he was worried that he might be caught in a new one. He ran home, to keep a storm from happening. There was only one place he knew where the storm could not reach him. It was an old apple tree. It had alway been there. The greatest part was that the storm didn't know about it. It was place that was safe, the storm never saw him.

 But he could always see the storm.