OMG! When I was a lil girl, I was so frighten of thunderstorms. I literally had to hide behind my uncle's chair to be in my safe haven. One time, we had to go out and it was really wickedly windy outside. I told my dad that I didn't want to go outside, that I may fly away. He calmed me down saying that I won't and that he's here for me. The funny part was that, he told me to hold his hand so tight and you'll be safe. DUDE, did I ever gripped on his hand. *lol* But my pops got me out of being scared of thunderstorms. When lightning flashed and then the rumble of thunder, my pops will tell me, "See, only boom booms! Nothing to be afraid of." I was still holding my ears so tight. But shortly after, took awhile, I started to be REALLY fond of my thunderstorms. And I thank you so much pops, for turning me into a thunderstorm freak! *smiles* LOVE'EM!
Here's my MOST FAVORITE Poem ever:
THUNDER
Day becomes night
When the clouds comes rolling in
When the weather is not so pleasent,
the goosebumps come from within
Going outside or looking thru your window
Sky above is looking mean
Then you've heard the weather guy
"A wicked t-storm is coming!"
On the tv screen
Getting all excited, getting all happy
I'm constantly looking up above
People think I'm weird
Some say I'm strange
But t-storms are coming
And I'm so in love
Waiting patiently for my thunder to come
Suddenly, I can hear the rain beating like a drum
And then from the corner of my eyes
I see the very bright lightning
Filling the sky
Few seconds later
I hear the sweet sound of thunder
My heart is vibrating
From this outstanding wonder
