It's not the storms I love. Not the rain. Not the dark.
It's the build up to the storm. When the air is so full of energy there's no room to move around and everything feels still.
Then comes the wind. When the wind is racing around my body and the trees are swaying and the sky is covered in clouds, gray or green, dangerous. Maybe a strike of lightening.
The rain is the release.
The build up is so much better.
It's the build up to the storm. When the air is so full of energy there's no room to move around and everything feels still.
Then comes the wind. When the wind is racing around my body and the trees are swaying and the sky is covered in clouds, gray or green, dangerous. Maybe a strike of lightening.
The rain is the release.
The build up is so much better.
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