Rain was beautiful.
Seriously.
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
Every sound reminding me on my reason to live.
Storms were my favorite.
I used to run hide.
But now I embrace
The undeniable power
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
Lighting used to make me quiver
Thunder used to make me shiver.
And I remember writing this.
In the middle of a bad thunderstorm.
And I remember just loving it.
And I walked inside.
I heard the crash of rain against pavement.
The wind carrying my hair.
The lighting, my only source of luminescence.
I remember sitting back and just listening.
Purely listening.
Simply listening to the sky.
I remember thinking to myself.
Well this right here.
This is why I'm alive.
A/N: I always think of rain for one of the sole reasons I'm alive.
So I wrote this during a thunder storm.
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