The way the wind hisses through the trees, the rolling boom of the thunder, the flashes of lightening, the heavy patter of constant rain, the black clouds that darken up the sky; everything that belongs to a perfect summer storm. I love them.
And why?
Because of the chaos. Because of the uncertainty. Because of the spontaneity.
Because sometimes, in this mundane, over-scheduled life; this waiting-for-the-weekend life that we all lead at one point or another, we just need the world to remind us that not everything is perfect. Sometimes nature can't handle the pressure. Sometimes the sky explodes. And always, it is the most beautiful display ever.
If people were rain, many tend to settle living life in a drizzle.
I choose to live like a hurricane.
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