I've always loved storms. The pitter-patter of rain droplets racing down to the window to drop onto the ground below and dissolve calms me. The sudden flash of lightning splaying different colors across the sky, vanishing in a split second after revealing the secrets hidden in he darkness excites me. The low growl of roaring thunder like a sleeping bear, soaring through my being and leaving me with a sense of longing. Each and every one of these draws me in time and time again. My favorite part of a storm is the lightning. Dangerously beautiful, it engages in a fleeting dance across the sky, wowing most onlookers. Even as I'm think this up and jotting it down, I'm watching the storm through the glass, pressed against it as the gentle sounds erupt a soothing flow within me, keeping my hurricane of emotions at bay. My family always expresses their distaste for my habit of pressing myself against a window until the storm ends, but I couldn't care less what they think. I'll continue to savor every shake and rain drop that surrounds my being.
I'll always love Storms, no matter what. They are the things that influenced the making of this book.
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Short Story"There is no calm before the storm in my world." This is a diary-like book consisting of short stories from my life, quotes, and songs.
