Let me sit here and sadly watch the rain. With the constant roaring thunder and the occasional strike of lightning illuminating my face. The raindrops pattering on my windowpane. Storms are magical, they are wondrous and beautiful. But I sit here in tears because I will never be as magical, wondrous, or as beautiful as a thunderstorm.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
Let me sit here and sadly watch the rain. With the constant roaring thunder and the occasional strike of lightning illuminating my face. The raindrops pattering on my windowpane. Storms are magical, they are wondrous and beautiful. But I sit here in tears because I will never be as magical, wondrous, or as beautiful as a thunderstorm.
