The rain tumbled from the sky like a child weeping,
The car swerved across the yellow lines,
My younger brother held my cat crying.
"When are we going back home?"
A question unable to answer,
The car acting like a cold metal dome.
"Soon,"
Is all I could reply,
I was too shaky and him too young to notice.
"Promise?"
Eyes full of tears,
Hope so dear,
So I said out of fear,
"Promise."