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Even now as the rain pours down my window and the lightning strikes the sky, it’s the thunder that will always get me.
That untamed boom that strikes me to the core.
The rain has hurried its pace as if catching its breath for the next flash of bright light that opens in the sky.
It’s gotten even harder and yet here I sit calmly. It’s gotten even louder, so irritating. The claps of hail hit the roof and make a song so high pitched. If I imagine it, I can feel it like little slaps.
Then again a crash of thunder, so deafening I feel it to my soul. It feels so close I feel the vibrations beneath my feet.
I glance outside and only see darkness, as the fly screen blocks any way of seeing the world past my window. Like a mother.
The light is white and yet has shades of blue it makes me wonder what its true color is.
The way the thunder makes the earth tremble is so intense. I feel as if the very earth is scared, scared of the sky as it towers over her. With its loud noise and menacing presence, like big hands and ulterior motives. Like a man.
A pitiful man.
I’ve yet to fathom their existence.
Lightning just went off again and I can see my neighbor’s house in that momentary light. The light is so gloomy I feel as if I need to wipe my glasses but the surrealism of seeing it is so… brief.
The rain keeps falling, harder in fact. I’ve always heard that the rain was God crying. Sometimes I think God is crying for us but I don’t know.
That memorable whip of thunder blasts the heavens as if Zeus was reminding us of his presence.
Has a person ever gone mad just listening to the rain?
The constant drum of it like an executioner beat, always looming over you. I can’t shake it. I’ve never experienced a rainstorm like this.
It’s made the feeling of being a kid kick in.
|In honor of the grand thunder and rainstorm occurring outside my window at this very moment.... *chilling in my rain-watching clothing: sweatpants, sweater, beanie and socks* |
Feeling like some biscuits and tea right now...