The tree hit her window, on a cold and windy night. The woman sat up in her bed, because something wasn’t right. She grabbed the phone beside her bed, and called her husband dear. The phone would ring and ring and ring, so she put it down in fear. She thought back to his trip last night among the old wood train, the weatherman had said that there would be some heavy rain. He said that he would be okay, but she knew he was lying. If only she had stopped him then, she wouldn’t be here crying. She sat up from a daze, and cleared her head in shock. She looked up to see the time, and it read twelve o’clock. She’d have to wait until later if she wanted to go see, but he was in great trouble and she couldn’t let that be. She hurried to the lock, and opened up the door. Her head was pounding terribly and she fell down on the floor. She heard the sound of thunder, as lightning shook the ground. She stood to her feet and worried that she’d fall this time around. Suddenly very bright, she looked up to the sky. Finally had she realized, and thats when she began to cry. The moon had lit the air and the sky was a dark grey blue, and in the clouds she saw it painted three words. I love you.