Thunderstorms.

Thunderstorms. 

How they come and go, 

Sometimes frequently, 

Sometimes not for a long while. 

I am lightening at times, 

I can pounce on 

An emotion, 

A situation, 

And put my entire heart into it. 

I feel the situation 

For myself, 

For the people surrounding me. 

And well, 

It turns out that a lot of times 

I become a Thunderstorm. 

Rain trickles out of my eyes, 

While thunder rolls out of my soul. 

Just remember, 

Storms don't last forever, 

Strong one. 

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