Thunder


I miss thunder.  As much as I love the snows of winter, I miss the violence and passion of a good thunderstorm.  When you feel the rumble in your chest, or jump at the sound even when you know it’s coming.  When the rain streams down, I feel like I can abandon myself.  I can scream, rage, pound my fists and no one will know.

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