Missing the thunder
As I lay in the darkness, my window open slightly, I feel a breeze come through my curtains.
There is a coolness on the wind, yet the sky is quiet. I wish it would rain. I wish it would thunder.
I miss the sounds of those that comfort me and let me know you are there. I seem to sleep better against the constant sound of the rain hitting down. The sound of thunder rumbles me to sleep. These sounds wraps their arms around me and make me feel safe and secure.
When those sounds hold me during a deep sleep, I feel you are holding me also.
I miss the thunder... I miss you...