it struck me like lightning that i would never see her again. the thought vibrated in my bones, made my nerves shiver. paralyzed my heart, my lungs.
and in my ears echoed the thunder of a thought that would kill me for the rest of my life.
lightening, loud, love the sounds, shakes the house, brings tension, but in a calming way without fear. power, i feel the strength of the worlds wonders in it and realize that there is more than just the humans on the earth’s surface.
I suppose it was all the girl could hear. Maybe that’s why she was scared. Loud noises were never her strong suit, and tonight the roar of the thunder and the blaze of the lightening was too much for her to bare as she rolled out of bed to join the company of her still awake husband.
The thunder in your ears echoed, booming and deep. Your vision was blurred, as though looking through water. Your heartbeat was loud and distinct despite the confusion surrounding you. More gunshots rang out, and then it all disappeared.
The sound of my heart beating was like thunder rolling over the city. I lay awake, thinking of what she said, and how my life would never, ever be the same.
The sound that can literally make the earth shake.
Thunder.
The boom like a drum and the beat of a heart.
Both awe-inspiring and terrible at the same time.
It shatters the barriers of sound that travels through the mind as well as the body.
i heard your heart beat like thunder and it struck me that it doesnt sound the same as it used to. i miss it the sound the crash the vibrations that sent sparks through my body and straight to my soul.
No smell nor sight to give it away, it hides in the black of the night. Yet the roar of the thunder gives it away, nothing else, just the crash that echoes all around. It consumes you, it’s everywhere.
i saw the madness grow inside her, cultivating years of pain and suffering misguided in that little brain of hers. so delightful was she to say what she was really feeling. and in that moment, the thunder shook the house and then she screamed at the top of her lungs, i hate you!
thunder lightning and rain fall from deep skies, running down mountains and valleys, reaching the earth and concrete below. the life force force of living things, the power to destroy.remember being scared when i was younger, being comforted by teddy bears and pets.
why the hell did you do this to me why did you change my life you set thunder to my life you made me cscared you fucking ruined me i hate you for all of this pain i miss you so much but i cant believe you did this to me i want you back in my life because you were it all and fuck you it is fucking un bearable to live like this like the thunder in the sky i need you there when i wakr up scared.
A rumble in the distance.
“No, no need to worry.
It won’t reach us. We’ll be fine! We’ll live!
Smile! Don’t worry!”
The storm comes closer.
(I’ll enjoy whatever time I have left pretending that there’s no storm.
As if the looming wall of clouds isn’t there
As if I can’t hear the pound of the rain
As if i can’t feel its chill set into my skin
As if I didn’t see that last strike of lightning illuminate the darkened sky)
Light travels faster than sound lightning strikes it will bring-
Boom.
“The chariots ride on,” said the general, “they ride and crash across the dunes. They fly as if on eagle wings. Slamming into the rocks like thundrous beasts, unchained by the emperors command.” The general fell quiet, his words ricocheting through the skulls of every pikeman standing before him.
The thunder was so loud I swear my ears were about to explode. I have never been more scared of the weather than I am tonight. SOmething is not right here. SOmething is off. I don’t know what but I’m terrified.
the thunder boomed in the sky and the children cried as the mothers scolded them. The sky was misty in the black cats eyes, reflecting the moist thoughts that the hippo felt in the
The thunder outside scared you, so I held you close to me and started singing your favorite melodies quietly into your ear. I live to give you contentment and peace.
It rained last night. Lighting burst through the window and all the sounds of the sky beat into my room. Everything was dark and cold. But the heat of the air made steam fizzle up from the pavement. The clouds
how coincidental considering the storm out my window as i write this and try to multitask something like love on the phone with a man who misses me who i kiss some days and we sleep in the same bed but i dont know the thoughts in his head he tells me there are none but i cant imagine a man with no…
Thunder and lightning filled the sky, the sky of trembling beings. I was scared enough, let alone to see that i was all alone. I felt like i was the only one of this planet, and being here wasn’t good enough anymore. I didn’t know what to do, or who to go to. The sky lit up, almost making it look heavenly. I knew this earth was more like heaven than i first thought. I guess i misjudged this world.
The rumble in the distance made him shudder; he enjoyed a good thunderstorm, but not so much while being wrapped in armor and riding a horse through the open country. He turned to his best friend and bannerman, and the question in his eyes was met with steely resolve. They would ride on, of course; they didn’t really have much of a choice.
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer, do you know you’re unlike any other? You’ll always be my thunder. I always used to associate that song with Benny. Now its just sort of associated with loneliness. Especially now. God I miss him. It was raining before, I wish I had walked in it. I love the rain. Its so refreshing. It can be whatever you want, cleansing, sad, happy. Anything.
i used to never be able to tell the difference between lighting and thunder. i mean that’s not true i knew the difference i just didn’t know the word for which was which. thor is the god of thunder right? not lighting? i know zeus is the god of lightning.
Rumble. A Low, growling discontent. something is wrong. IT’s like the shivers, but bigger, more powerful. It speaks of depth and might, larger than comprehension would allow. Fearful Majesty
the sky lights up, stars hidden underneath storm clouds. A musical symphony plays itself outside of my bedroom winow and I sit silent and alone in my bed. The house shakes and I feel safe here, under the cover of my soft comforter.
It’s actually thundering today…or was. It’s one of my favorite things. It’s so mysterious and so powerful. It excites me and scares me just a little. It makes me feel alive. And I wish it would last longer than it does, but then again…if it was there all the time, it might not seem so exciting.
They called him Thunder and everyone knew why. Men. Women. Every next door neighbor that had every shared a space in his general proximity. And he loved them all as thunder loves every person that lets him in their orifices. Their ears, of course. He was fickle, but always loud.
I hear the thunder from a distance, the lightning is golden yellow and flashing behind clouds. I see no rain. It is an approaching storm, the hour is midnight, and I feel an ominous presence is near.
Thunder is one of my favorite sounds. It is the sound of a mountain shaking and cracking from its peak to its base. I love the way it shakes the ground and the way that it helps me sleep. it is just so comforting.it reminds me of the power of the Lord, too! It makes me think about how big He is. Thunder is one of the most gorgeous sounds that anyone could ever hear. I just love THUNDER. In case you couldn’t tell…. You know…
the thunder roared as the storm passed overhead. run run fast as you can it wasn;t the rain that bothered her it was the lightening danger danger the tall trees overhead bent bowing to the wind
I heard the thunder on the horizon and tasted the moisture in the air, happily anticipating the rain I knew would water the desert wasteland before me.
thunder is one of my favorite things in this world. it is so powerful and mighty. it makes me believe that there is definately something greater out there.
I’ve seen the thunder roll when I was tucked under the white duvet in his cabin. He presses his body up against me differently each time. It’s epic. It’s subtle. It’s life changing. Everytime. And yet i can’t help thinking he sees me as some godess. Maybe even of thunder. Maybe that’s who I am. In his cabin, that’s who I’ve become.
The thunder rolled across the dessert and I looked up wondering what it meant. Is it dry? Is it wet? Cold? Is it a symbol. It seemed appropriate. Ami would think so. He always said the weather symbolized how our insides felt. That’s what he told me late at night in his cabin while we read together. Our sticky bodies pressed together. A new feeling each time.
thunder is scary i keep thinking i hear thunder but its actually only a car or ricky’s mam upstairs ! i like looking at lightning and hearing the thunder reminds me of my holidays.
The thunder rumbled in my eardrums, and the glory of it I relished in on that strange december night. The moon was orange and the sky was purple. But it didn’t matter…… my son had come home. At last I was complete.
she graciously brushed her lips against his. at that precise moment, the dark autumn sky let out a clash that sent goosebumps down their skin. it was fate.
When traveling through New Mexico last week, there was a huge thunder head. Massive amounts of rain were pouring down. Lightening was striking the ground
it struck me like lightning that i would never see her again. the thought vibrated in my bones, made my nerves shiver. paralyzed my heart, my lungs.
and in my ears echoed the thunder of a thought that would kill me for the rest of my life.
lightening, loud, love the sounds, shakes the house, brings tension, but in a calming way without fear. power, i feel the strength of the worlds wonders in it and realize that there is more than just the humans on the earth’s surface.
I suppose it was all the girl could hear. Maybe that’s why she was scared. Loud noises were never her strong suit, and tonight the roar of the thunder and the blaze of the lightening was too much for her to bare as she rolled out of bed to join the company of her still awake husband.
The thunder in your ears echoed, booming and deep. Your vision was blurred, as though looking through water. Your heartbeat was loud and distinct despite the confusion surrounding you. More gunshots rang out, and then it all disappeared.
The sound of my heart beating was like thunder rolling over the city. I lay awake, thinking of what she said, and how my life would never, ever be the same.
The sound that can literally make the earth shake.
Thunder.
The boom like a drum and the beat of a heart.
Both awe-inspiring and terrible at the same time.
It shatters the barriers of sound that travels through the mind as well as the body.
i heard your heart beat like thunder and it struck me that it doesnt sound the same as it used to. i miss it the sound the crash the vibrations that sent sparks through my body and straight to my soul.
No smell nor sight to give it away, it hides in the black of the night. Yet the roar of the thunder gives it away, nothing else, just the crash that echoes all around. It consumes you, it’s everywhere.
i saw the madness grow inside her, cultivating years of pain and suffering misguided in that little brain of hers. so delightful was she to say what she was really feeling. and in that moment, the thunder shook the house and then she screamed at the top of her lungs, i hate you!
thunder lightning and rain fall from deep skies, running down mountains and valleys, reaching the earth and concrete below. the life force force of living things, the power to destroy.remember being scared when i was younger, being comforted by teddy bears and pets.
why the hell did you do this to me why did you change my life you set thunder to my life you made me cscared you fucking ruined me i hate you for all of this pain i miss you so much but i cant believe you did this to me i want you back in my life because you were it all and fuck you it is fucking un bearable to live like this like the thunder in the sky i need you there when i wakr up scared.
A rumble in the distance.
“No, no need to worry.
It won’t reach us. We’ll be fine! We’ll live!
Smile! Don’t worry!”
The storm comes closer.
(I’ll enjoy whatever time I have left pretending that there’s no storm.
As if the looming wall of clouds isn’t there
As if I can’t hear the pound of the rain
As if i can’t feel its chill set into my skin
As if I didn’t see that last strike of lightning illuminate the darkened sky)
Light travels faster than sound lightning strikes it will bring-
Boom.
“The chariots ride on,” said the general, “they ride and crash across the dunes. They fly as if on eagle wings. Slamming into the rocks like thundrous beasts, unchained by the emperors command.” The general fell quiet, his words ricocheting through the skulls of every pikeman standing before him.
Thunder. Lightning’s shadow, shaking the house and frightening the dogs. Thunder acts so big and strong but I bet it’s not. I bet I could take it.
The thunder was so loud I swear my ears were about to explode. I have never been more scared of the weather than I am tonight. SOmething is not right here. SOmething is off. I don’t know what but I’m terrified.
the thunder boomed in the sky and the children cried as the mothers scolded them. The sky was misty in the black cats eyes, reflecting the moist thoughts that the hippo felt in the
The thunder outside scared you, so I held you close to me and started singing your favorite melodies quietly into your ear. I live to give you contentment and peace.
It rained last night. Lighting burst through the window and all the sounds of the sky beat into my room. Everything was dark and cold. But the heat of the air made steam fizzle up from the pavement. The clouds
how coincidental considering the storm out my window as i write this and try to multitask something like love on the phone with a man who misses me who i kiss some days and we sleep in the same bed but i dont know the thoughts in his head he tells me there are none but i cant imagine a man with no…
Thunder and lightning filled the sky, the sky of trembling beings. I was scared enough, let alone to see that i was all alone. I felt like i was the only one of this planet, and being here wasn’t good enough anymore. I didn’t know what to do, or who to go to. The sky lit up, almost making it look heavenly. I knew this earth was more like heaven than i first thought. I guess i misjudged this world.
The rumble in the distance made him shudder; he enjoyed a good thunderstorm, but not so much while being wrapped in armor and riding a horse through the open country. He turned to his best friend and bannerman, and the question in his eyes was met with steely resolve. They would ride on, of course; they didn’t really have much of a choice.
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer, do you know you’re unlike any other? You’ll always be my thunder. I always used to associate that song with Benny. Now its just sort of associated with loneliness. Especially now. God I miss him. It was raining before, I wish I had walked in it. I love the rain. Its so refreshing. It can be whatever you want, cleansing, sad, happy. Anything.
i used to never be able to tell the difference between lighting and thunder. i mean that’s not true i knew the difference i just didn’t know the word for which was which. thor is the god of thunder right? not lighting? i know zeus is the god of lightning.
Rumble. A Low, growling discontent. something is wrong. IT’s like the shivers, but bigger, more powerful. It speaks of depth and might, larger than comprehension would allow. Fearful Majesty
the sky lights up, stars hidden underneath storm clouds. A musical symphony plays itself outside of my bedroom winow and I sit silent and alone in my bed. The house shakes and I feel safe here, under the cover of my soft comforter.
It’s actually thundering today…or was. It’s one of my favorite things. It’s so mysterious and so powerful. It excites me and scares me just a little. It makes me feel alive. And I wish it would last longer than it does, but then again…if it was there all the time, it might not seem so exciting.
They called him Thunder and everyone knew why. Men. Women. Every next door neighbor that had every shared a space in his general proximity. And he loved them all as thunder loves every person that lets him in their orifices. Their ears, of course. He was fickle, but always loud.
I hear the thunder from a distance, the lightning is golden yellow and flashing behind clouds. I see no rain. It is an approaching storm, the hour is midnight, and I feel an ominous presence is near.
its great, large! The shudder of Gods camera. Amazing, exhilarating<3
Thunder is one of my favorite sounds. It is the sound of a mountain shaking and cracking from its peak to its base. I love the way it shakes the ground and the way that it helps me sleep. it is just so comforting.it reminds me of the power of the Lord, too! It makes me think about how big He is. Thunder is one of the most gorgeous sounds that anyone could ever hear. I just love THUNDER. In case you couldn’t tell…. You know…
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the thunder roared as the storm passed overhead. run run fast as you can it wasn;t the rain that bothered her it was the lightening danger danger the tall trees overhead bent bowing to the wind
I heard the thunder on the horizon and tasted the moisture in the air, happily anticipating the rain I knew would water the desert wasteland before me.
thunder is one of my favorite things in this world. it is so powerful and mighty. it makes me believe that there is definately something greater out there.
I’ve seen the thunder roll when I was tucked under the white duvet in his cabin. He presses his body up against me differently each time. It’s epic. It’s subtle. It’s life changing. Everytime. And yet i can’t help thinking he sees me as some godess. Maybe even of thunder. Maybe that’s who I am. In his cabin, that’s who I’ve become.
The thunder rolled across the dessert and I looked up wondering what it meant. Is it dry? Is it wet? Cold? Is it a symbol. It seemed appropriate. Ami would think so. He always said the weather symbolized how our insides felt. That’s what he told me late at night in his cabin while we read together. Our sticky bodies pressed together. A new feeling each time.
thunder is scary i keep thinking i hear thunder but its actually only a car or ricky’s mam upstairs ! i like looking at lightning and hearing the thunder reminds me of my holidays.
The thunder rumbled in my eardrums, and the glory of it I relished in on that strange december night. The moon was orange and the sky was purple. But it didn’t matter…… my son had come home. At last I was complete.
she graciously brushed her lips against his. at that precise moment, the dark autumn sky let out a clash that sent goosebumps down their skin. it was fate.
When traveling through New Mexico last week, there was a huge thunder head. Massive amounts of rain were pouring down. Lightening was striking the ground