The Perseids.

Last time the Persieds came the same thing happened; I ended up sitting in the park watching them on my own because you were angry, again, for who knows why, again. 

It was probably my fault. Again.

This time I sat there with a 15 year old boy who is rapidly growing up, learning to discern much earlier than he should the sudden signs of raging anger that come in you, the propensity to blame others for the feeling you can't deal with in yourself. He is starting to want to protect me, fighting you, swearing at you. 

A year ago today, give or take, the same feelings in you, give or take. A lack of ability to control them, and no desire to either. Another man; one that I don't know, don't much like and very much fear comes here instead of you, the same times each year in crashing cyclic waves.

I don't think there is a pattern you say. 

The Perseids would disagree, I say.