i've always found the most peace in the midst of a thunderstorm.
there's something about the soft sound of the rain drops and the angry rumble of the sky.
it reminds me of watching a Disney vhs and drinking out of pretty cups in a kingdom of pillows, blankets, and such.
not tea, as i don't quite like it as much as chocolate milk.
my family would be asleep, because of how early it was.
five in the morning, the sky still under the shadow of n i g h t.
no one else understands how the weather feels for me.
i love rain.
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