Thunderstorms. I love them, but not as much as she does. I sit and watch the rain, the forks of lightening, listen to the thunder. Then I sit and watch her, watch her react, happy, excited, like a child. That’s why I like thunderstorms.
Thunderstorms. I love them, but not as much as she does. I sit and watch the rain, the forks of lightening, listen to the thunder. Then I sit and watch her, watch her react, happy, excited, like a child. That’s why I like thunderstorms.