the threads in her head

A thought from an over-active imagination of a jaded mind.

The protective embrace of an older brother.

He is like a sturdy umbrella, big and strong, protecting the younger weaker sis from the harsh rain. He keeps the younger sis dry, and safe. His warmth pours out constantly, his words overflowing with concern. He's burdened too, battered by the harsh storm, deafened by lightning, but still he stands, wanting to protect.

The girl is young and weak, and can do nothing to protect her brother. All she can do, is to stand strong because of the brother, and be his support. They work together.

They dare to lean on each other.