I fear thunderstorms because of
the unpredictable noise and chaos.
I also fear the aftermath…
Fresh starts, new beginnings.
Last night I experienced a thunderstorm.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
I fear thunderstorms because of
the unpredictable noise and chaos.
I also fear the aftermath…
Fresh starts, new beginnings.
Last night I experienced a thunderstorm.