Thunderstorms are my favourite. Watching the dark clouds heavily rolling in, slowly consuming every patch of blue sky and it is so pleasing to watch. The rain, the cold refreshing rain starts so lightly, just a drop here and there. Now, I am never really sure which comes first, the thunder, or the lightning. The consensus is: the lightening first. Either way, they are both as chilling as each other. They say that the thunder is the lightnings voice and I wonder just how accurate that really is. That first strike of lightning, illuminating the world and the rain gets heavier. At this point, during the best storms, the wind would begin to really pick up. Then, when that first rumble of thunder is heard, it is oh so satisfying, then the rain really starts to come down, the heavens open as they stay, and the wind is whipping up a frenzy. Howling like a pack of wolves, and you can no longer race raindrops on the windows because there is a constant wall of water. One of my favourite parts though, one of the very best parts, is when that wind blows the storm away and the birds slowly begin to reclaim the sky. A thunderstorm can be very therapeutic, trust me, its the therapy I never knew I needed. However, the birdsong after a storm is beautiful and will always be my favourite thing.
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Historia Corta[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
