When thunderstorms lie dormant is the time when my heart sings. Despite my love for sunny skies and shining wedding rings, my heart will cry for thunder, raging through the towns and trees, to take my soul to splashing, making waves as angry seas.
The lightning flares my soul, prepares my heart for greater things than fancy driver's licenses and long forbidden things. So very soon I'll fly away to where I've never been. And you'll have never known me, and you never will again.