Dear two hundred and five,
I'm come to the simply conclusion storms describe me perfectly. They come and go, strong and fleeting. Just like any emotion that I ever feel. I can't control the intensity or timing. The storms can bring joy to some and destruction to others. Like me.
Since all its done is rain and dry out and rain some more every day this week, I feel I have a better grasp of the process of it all. The way the dreary clouds roll in, rain begins to patter, lightening strikes, thunder growls low and proud.
I feel now that maybe all its ever going to do is rain. Strangely enough I could live with that. I've always preferred rain over sunshine.
Sincerely,
Dre
