An excerpt from a book I’ve been writing. It’s been in the works for about 12 years now and I’m finishing it up. It’s almost time to share it with the world.

A flickering light from a thunder storm projects on and off on the back of Timmy’s head. His head is down and his hands cover his face. Timmy sits on his bed with no motion for 20 to 30 seconds, then slowly looks up and to his right and stares toward a window. The pain in his eyes is evident, like a child playing alone when all they want is attention from their busy Mom and Dad. Suddenly…Timmy looks to the sky as he simultaneously hears the voice of the monstrous thunder rolling across the sky and then he hears the sweet sound of a gentle cloud burst as it begins to cry. Within seconds, the gentle sound of rain becomes a harsh banging of a downpour and Timmy just shakes his head yes, as if he were being spoken to by the storm.