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Walking home in the rain, not sure if I’m happy or angry — just somewhere between comfort and discomfort, as nature hit me and I didn’t flinch. A cat ran by, dodging drops, looking for cover. I stayed. And in that moment, I felt it — I wasn’t outside the storm, I was part of it. After a year of silence, Thor finally said hi. Wind, rain, thunder — his gift, not his warning. I love it when nature kicks back.
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Gift of Thunder
Walking home in the rain, not sure if I’m happy or angry — just somewhere between comfort and discomfort, as nature hit me and I didn’t flinch. A cat ran by, dodging drops, looking for cover. I stayed. And in that moment, I felt it — I wasn’t outside the storm, I was part of it. After a year of silence, Thor finally said hi. Wind, rain, thunder — his gift, not his warning. I love it when nature kicks back.
Written in the middle of a storm — a moment of raw realization that I’m not separate from nature, I’m inside it. After a year of calm, the thunder felt like a greeting, not a threat. The kind of communion only chaos can bring.
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
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