.
sanity saving thunderstorm my
sit in
I
room.
Another night of tedious word reading, painful memorizing and dreadful writing.
sometimes find
I
head into
my
my body
and
Yet, here
Something
is
it
seems
that
to shift
is
my
scratched
my
brain, eyes red
may just have
and bloodshot.
to grab that pillow.
.
from
my
slowly leaking sanity
in the inky blackness
filled
of the night.
see cold, cool tiny drops falling.
start to
Slowly
I
my attention
room, through the window out I
crave to bury voice
brewing...
moment
took a
I
my
limp.
am... pain exploding from
I
Sometimes, when
I
keep from screaming.
difficult to
it
pillow and expel every emotion until
at first...
nothing too noticeable. .more like a mist.
The
earth
is
But ever so
quiet and the ground moist with drops. slightly.. this
are
no longer
but
it
water
mist starts to multiply itself until tear size drops
left.
down;
is
as through a bucket has been turned upside
is
rushing forth out of the sky as fast as gravity will
A waterfall
let
it
fall.
has taken a hold of the earth.
Nothing will stand
The extreme
in its
way.
force of the rain beats
down
trees
and pummels the
concrete. It
creates a sheet of invisibility and
I
am
forced to stop and recognize this
awesome power of nature. Along with
the waterfall...
Sound.
A deafening,
ground shaking, goose
bump
raising sound.
Thunder.
My My
indulgence. secret love affair.
Thunder.
He But I
is I
am
never consistent and almost always leaves to quickly. wait for him, every time
I
see the drops start to
fall.
eager for his return.
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