The day after,
The weather wears her most appropriate suit
Properly clad in a black dress and stilettos
Dark clouds on her ears
A lightning on her lapel
Roars of thunder dangling from her wrist;
She purposefully strode to my door,
And entered without preamble.
I looked at her straight in the eye
Blurry but distinct.
This is it, she said
This is the worst you will be given,
Come sit and weep with me.