Gemotions

The rain poured down, a relentless drumbeat against the roof. The storm had come and gone, leaving destruction in its wake. He had always disliked them. The way they never smiled, the way they kept to themselves, the way their perfectly manicured lawn seemed to mock his own struggling garden.

He felt something twist in his gut as he stared at the fallen tree, resting against their house. He was glad. He wasn't *happy*, no. But he was glad.

He turned from the window, and poured himself another drink. He was planning on waiting until the insurance company had left before calling his own tree service, just to let them stew a little bit longer. It would be a bit of a wait, but it would be worth it.