15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

Blue sky speckled with white cotton clouds floating lazily by above and fiery prism of sunlight streaming down, the golden stalks of wheat all crumpled and laying flat on the dampened ground.

Hard to believe that just sixteen hours ago the sky had been a black abyss, the sun hiding cowardly away while lighting became the only source of light. Winds tearing across the fields, ripping away our money, our future, our only means of putting food on the table for our family of six. Buckets of water drowning the fields and turning them to mush.

I turned with grievious eyes to my wife. Tears already streaked her face. She took my hands in her shaky ones. "We'll make do." She whispered, her voice cracked with doubt and sadness.

I stood up straighter. "Of course we will" My eyes found little Carrie Mae peeking around the corner of the house. She padded up to me, barefeet and all, and jumped into my arms. I hugged her closer. "Of course we will." I repeated, mainly for motivation and to keep from bursting into tears myself.