Wind: A currency that is simular to my screams, they may be quiet, loud, or powerful.
Rain: A liquid that falls from the sky, like my tears from my eyes. They explain my sadness and my emotional thoughts.
Lightning: A bright and powerful electricity that strikes on earth descended from the clouds, just as my anger, may fall from my core, and escape to the world. My anger may be tough or weak, but my temper will always go down somewhere. And it may be unexpected.