Freaking Cuddly
Community Member
The Weather and Him
Thunder, with its heavy screams, echoed past the farthest of atmosphere. It was quite soothing after awhile; I watched the jagged vines of light attack particles through the thin air and thick clouds. The grey-scale rain drops were excitedly bouncing on pond surfaces as their voices chatter the infamous pitter-patter. Suddenly, these lard clouds break apart like fluffy crumbs, and I happily stand below them alive. I randomly think of you as all of this quiets down and falls into its original placement. Just as it is natural for the storm to come and pass, it is for me to think of you at any time of any day. I'm too in love not to.