It's storming outside my window. And it's beautiful.
I've always sort of been in love with watching and listening to thunderstorms. Darned if I know why, but that's the truth.
I love when the thunderstorms start up again too, that first storm of the year? I miss them in fall and winter, but spring and summer are made just that little bit happier for me because of the promise of storms.
I wish I could take this storm and put it in a jar.
I wish I could go back in time, about a year.
Damn.
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[i:9713ea323a]"Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."[/i:9713ea323a]
-Dylan Thomas
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Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."[/i:9713ea323a]
-Dylan Thomas
[img:9713ea323a]http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/Kuroko-chan/thfinal.gif[/img:9713ea323a]
Official future student at [b:9713ea323a]Savannah College of Art and Design[/b:9713ea323a].[/size:9713ea323a]