Thunder..... an old friend ;)

hehe

Today, just when i gave up on winter, it happened!
just when i gave up on hearing thunder this bloody year, it came!
Oh how it roared claiming the world as it's own, how the black clouds gathered and rain started pouring heavily piercing souls.
I'm pretty sure my friends were certain i was insane, for i stopped on my way to school in the middle of the street laughingly dancing! my earphones transported Chopin's ''Revolutionary"into my troubled. i was consumed with joy and my heart beat so loud it could have been mistaken for thunder itself.
After being pulled away from the rain by one of my friends and being looked at like a maniac, i laughed like a child, having greeted an old, true friend.

waiting for the next winter :)

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

.....as if heaven reclaimed the Earth once bestowed upon it by nature, by default; by the beauty that easily presents a most awesome show of its rawest form and it TAKES beauty to represent it so!! That beginning had me grinning and to "see" you with an open door to accept that impending roar to swallow you whole. You are so beautiful and magically naive to just how gorgeous you paint any poem or story you write with a childlike innocence that is far rarer than one would want to believe, selfishly. I, greedily, wish that such a roar came in the form of a most powerful hug to wrap you in as you are pleasantly overwhelmed by the sound of thunder filling your ears, tickling that skin of yours, pressing rain and lips agin your pair, Aurora!! xoxxo A friend of mine, a special friend that I secretly visit in many a beautiful dreams often, once sent me a hug in such a way through a most beautiful sight such as this. Oh, to call upon some conveniently crafted words to tell her so, and of how gorgeous her art and flesh spin around inside my mind with a casual ease, her friendship... the thunder... her timeless beauty from the very start... has kept me in an ageless sense of enjoying the thunder and the rain as you have on this day you mention. : ))) When it rains, where I live in the United States, I imagine that all the hugs saved for a soul like mine under this thunderous Heaven are finally coming to meet my lips, my tendency to want to play in it at a moment's notice, and send kisses back to where it has come from, a thousand times!!! What a beautiful story to share with me and all of us on here who Love You so much, Aurora!! Your last full sentence of your story was read and reread about 40 times before writing my "silly" comment that does not compare with how empowering, free, and important you are to me in this life of mine. I understand ME so much more because of YOU being here. : ) It is no mystery why I connect with you and/or are constantly aware of how awesome it would be to hug such a poetess in the rain..... under the SAME rain!! I Love You.... you are forever beautiful and Thank You for sharing a piece of you that is treasured more than my words are able to describe. xoxoxo -Your Mark

[Salar Majak]

you left me speechless here.
being Naive in your works speaks of honesty dear Mark ;)
thank you for that review which was a hundred times more beautiful than the story itself!
thank you Mark
thank you. :)

[Patrick Henry]

You are as kind as you are beautiful, Aurora!! lol Thank YOU!! xoxox -Your Mark

[Jack...]

I love thunderstorms, there is something quite enchanting about them as there is about your poem my friend. this was wonderful.

[Salar Majak]

thanks Mr. Jack!!

[quinfinn]

personally, i love the sound of thunder. living in the mountains, there is nothing more awe inspiring and beautiful than a good summer thunderstorm. you can hear it echoing down the valley and off the mountains for miles and miles. this write is exuberant and celebrates the beauty of thunder. good for you! well done....

[Salar Majak]

thanks Quin!! hehe i only wrote this because it's true :P
you leave in the mountains!!!!!!!!!!!! that is beautiful
so peaceful!