She watched the rain drops slither down the water covered window. The flash of lightening and the crackle of thunder was become more frequent. The storm reminded her of her mood. The rain, the tears. The thunder, the yelling; the sobbing. The lightening, the glimmer of hope when she thinks she can recover, become better. But storms; whether viewed positively or negatively, always pass. That was always comforting. The thought that something so strong, so full of love, but so full of hate at the same time, can come and go in just minutes. The rain drop fell in unison with the tear falling from her cheek. So tragically beautiful.
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Ever since I watched an amazing storm about a month ago I had this story in the back of my mind. I was just too lazy too write it. Well, here it is. It's nothing special. I guess it's almost like a personal opinion.
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