Slice #13 of 31 March Challenge

The Funeral

Sadness hangs over the house like a raincloud.  Waiting for the right time to thunder.  Tears stream down faces like rain.  Lightning strikes and thunder rumbles.  The rain falls harder.  Black dresses, black shoes, black ties, black coat.  Gray light shines through the colorful glass windows.  I shiver in my coat.  It's not fair.  Death isn't fair.  It sits there like a spider waiting to bite an when it does it causes grief to all those around it.  It comes like a hammer and shatters everyones heart.  It isn't fair.