sometimes the thunder blows through the empty windows of a house simply to remind itself of people inside it that threw 16th birthday parties and watched the birth of their own crumbling aching bones that can't ever seem to catch a break from all the tests and designer dresses and drugs that they put on to impress the one person who they think makes the feel most alive and special when you thought you were going to collapse like an old star in the universe and take everything in their own little universe with them like that old creaking house in the rain