There's a bad thunderstorm outside right now. Flashing lightening, deafening thunder. I used to be terrified of these storms. I would crawl into bed with my grandparents or my mom. One night it was a really bad storm, in my mind it's still the worst one I've ever seen even though I know it's not. My grandfather sat on the couch with me and he let me sit under his arm. We have a deck out back and these glass doors that lead out there. We sat and watched the storm through the doors.
At some point it stopped being scary and started being pretty. The thunder still scared me a little for a while but overall, I started loving them. I started watching them with my grandfather more, even so far as going outside and watching them from the porch. Something about them fascinates me. I know the basic science of it but idk, I just feel like there's more to study. Storms hold a power that I don't think people can ever really explain or even fathom. They're incredible.
- maybe I could be a storm cloud
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Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative
Não FicçãoA series of thoughts, questions, lists, rants, daydreams, and confessions. TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of depression, anxiety, bullying, and sexual harassment.
