Poetry is the thing that helps life make a little more sense for me.
Excerpt from a story I'll never write
Raise your words, not voice. It’s rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.
When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.
Look for the positive and you will find it! And then, you will even find the gift in the thunderstorms! ❤ #Free2Luv
⚡️Greek Am I the only one who finds thunderstorms completely fascinating?