The Little Boy

Lightning shattered the stillness of the midnight sky. The thunder that followed came in small groups, reminding her of music. The little boy let out a small whimper from his cradle. This would be the first storm he had ever seen, and so far he didn't seem to care for it much. The woman chuckled a bit as she smiled at her little boy. She didn't know it was possible to love someone so much until after she had him. The lightning slowly died down, and the pouring rain subsided to a drizzle. The woman waited for a second, just listening. She could hear the little boys steady breathing. He was safe, and that's all that mattered to her.