He loved storms.
He loved the smell after it
Rained.
He loved the sound of the
Thunder,
The crack of the
Lightning.
He loved the recklessness of a
Tornado,
The freedom of a
Hurricane.
He loved everything about a
Storm.
That's why he loved
Her.
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Letters to Myself
RandomSo, these are just a bunch of letters that I wish I would have gotten when I was younger or things I wish someone would tell me. And occasionally random thoughts I have. I hope you like it.
