What Do We Do Now?

A father sat quietly on the steps to his porch, watching a storm growing in the distance. His son played in the yard, oblivious to the darkening clouds, as a flash of lightning filled the sky. The son stopped and stared off in the distance, counting quietly to himself until the crack of thunder followed. He turned to his father, trying to see if he was worried. His father mustered a smile.

“What do we do now, dad?”

“Same as we always do. Prepare the best we can, and hope it’s not too bad.”

The son looked back at the storm, growing faster by the minute.

“What do we do if it’s bad?”

The father stood up, his bones tired and weary. He reached out to his son.

“The best we can, son.”