When you're young thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I'm older, something about it"s roar soothes me; it's comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.
When you're young
When you're young thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I'm older, something about it"s roar soothes me; it's comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.