Storms

I love storms. Hearing the sound of rain tearing calamity and the sound of wind gusting through air just soothes my ears. I like to see thunder flashing and the grey clouds above. Too bad storms rarely happen in my country.

I experienced a strange one when I was 14. I was in school waiting my mom to pick me up, and a storm just began. The wind blew as it was hammer banging the windows, and I can even take a shower because of the heavy rain. The strange part was that fog appeared inside the storm. A thick one, indeed. I wish I could that kind again.

The funny part is that although the wind is not that strong (unlike tornados in America), there are always trees falling and blocking off artery roads, creating a troublesome traffic jam.

Jam it back in, in the dark.