The Window

The thunder rumbled loud and without purpose over the grey green hills.Its constant movement likening itself to a slow military march which temporarily changed both pace and colour  between flashes  of white.The first was grey,ever swirling and thickening.The next was a deep and solom blue,the saddest blue that one could dream.Slowly this changed to deep purple,unusual yet majestic as the storm rolled ever closer.Last was the green,a sickening green, herald to fiercest of storms in its thick foreboding manor and crests of pure white.

The faded cream paint and the cracked and worn wood of her frame seemed as though this storm would be her last.She had seen many a storm and many a sunny day but time was not on her side and the years had crept by lazily and without warning.With each passing year ,her paint became less bright and crackled under the suns rays.The salt winds from the sea brought with it the flecks of dirt and dust that  lay embedded like memory's within her bare and faded wood.
She had looked up at the stars the day that man reached the moon,she had sheltered her mistress from the cold and the wind and like the window ,she to was at the end of her days.
She felt the warmth of the kettles steam fog up part of her cold glass as her mistress prepared tea at the blue kitchen bench.Her mistress drew back the lace curtin and gazed gloomily at the sky which had turned from blue to as black as night.  
"It looks like hail my dear."
Her voice was croaky and quiet but still held authority within its wispy words.

Little cold drops of rain began to fall upon her glass,the soft steady tapping kept its beat until her mistress had sat at the kitchen table with her tea.it began to get heavier ,but still slowly it fell.The waves of rain could be seen rolling over the grey green hills and drenching the old lone gumtree.The long grass rippled with the winds and a loud crack of thunder shook her frame threateningly,a small crack had formed in the corner of her glass.

Her mistress began to cough,but not a normal cough,it barked and jeered as if delighted to cause such an uproar.Her mistress stood from the table still coughing and reached for the bench to support her ,but the bench lay just out of reach and so she gripped the table in one hand and her chest in the other.Still coughing as though someone had stolen her breath.
Somehow she slipped and fell,her head collided with the corner of the table and she lay lifeless on the kitchen floor.
The window could only look on as her mistress lay on the cold floor without so much as a shuddered breath.Lightning flashed and thunder boomed,then came the hail.
Loud and heavy,crashing down on the roof with tremendous force that one could not hear what they were thinking.Heavier and heavier it fell but still her mistress did not wake,she did not care that the hail was stripping her of her paint or denting her wood,she did not even realize that with each new hail stone crashing with her glass the crack in the corner grew and grew.Like spider webs ,they covered her from pane to pane,but still she would not forget her mistress.Finally the glass would not hold and she shattered along with  her thoughts and dreams.The glass flitted down like the rain which had bested it and fell softly upon her mistress,but never a cut did it make on her skin,for she would protect her till death.