"I hate rains when I'm the one drenching"
Says my friend
As we run from the clouded tears
Our footsteps matching,

A loud echo companied by a angry blue light,
View so bold, so beautiful in sight,
But it
Makes her jolt, tremble in fear..
Crouching amidst, a palm on each ear

Taking her time, her gaze lifting ever so slightly,
Takes my extended hand gripping tightly,
"Sorry" she mumbles as we March our way,
"I'm a woman of patience what can I say"
A brief smile tugs her,
"The was a brutal one, are you not afraid? It's more surprising, you being so unfazed"

"Oh dear, what's there to be scared?
The sky is just showing off it's
freedom to flair
If there's any emotion, stiring at that time
Against my morals it's jealousy at its peak"

Dumbfounded "Jealousy?" She questioned

"Look at the thunder,
Hear the out grown screams,
Look how it lashes it's anger
Making it's presence impossible to ignore
Don't we have same anger
Suppressed all along,
Running through the veins
Likely as a pattern of the same sky strike
But look at the power it has over us
While it can destroy without thinking twice
How it advances to the expanse of Sky
All we have is suppressed screams,
Though we carry patterns of similar  themes."