Thunderstorms

I always loved it when my parents fought. It was rare and always overdue; a thunderstorm during a drought. The tensions would build for months and years, both of them popping Rolaids, mother popping Valium and step-father drinking. I hoped they'd finally divorce and I could go live with my step-father, finally escaping my mother. Had they discussed things rather than hold it all in for months, maybe they would not be the on the verge of divorce during every argument.