thunderstorm

As I digest what words I speak, I consume more wisely.

Dark clouds not only bring thunderstorm, They also bring rain.

And since today__ all there is for now, that__ everything.Who knows if I__l be dead the day after tomorrow?If I__ dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrowWill be another thunderstorm than if I hadn__ died.Of course I know thunderstorms don__ fall because I see them,But if I weren__ in the world,The world would be different __here would be me the less __nd the thunderstorm would fall on a different world and would be another thunderstorm.No matter what happens, what__ falling is what__l be falling when it falls.(7/10/1930)

Mind chatter: a clatter of left-brain rains of doubt, worry, guilt, shame in a thunderstorm of fear. Forgive the chatter, clear your mind.

I crave the violence of your affection. I ache for the way it jumbles my insides and makes my heart feel like it's harboring a thunderstorm. I've never felt more alive in all my time on this earth, as I have, being underneath your touch.

this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.

The weather is nature's disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men.

Generally the thunder-storms came in the afternoon, but once I saw one at sunrise, driving down the high mountain valleys toward us. It was a very beautiful and almost terrible sight; for the sun rose behind the storm, and shone through the gusty rifts, lighting the mountain-crests here and there, while the plain below lay shrouded in the lingering night. The angry, level rays edged the dark clouds with crimson, and turned the downpour into sheets of golden rain; in the valleys the glimmering mists were tinted every wild hue; and the remotest heavens were lit with flaming glory.

Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

I had my baby outside in a thunderstorm. It was really romantic.

A Cue from NatureRun outside during a thunderstormThat downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilarationThat__ what unlonely is like

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

They looked so familiar that for a moment Claude feared he had doubled back to Mrs. Merritt's city, until a sudden wave of water blinded his wipers and drove him along with everyone else to the curb, where the crackling radio reported an old man had just now been swept from his backyard by a cloudburst, the latest in a series deluging Tulsa. Clinging there to the side of the hill, no hand brake, Claude rode out the storm, stuffing blankets into the cracks under the doors, watching overhead drips as best he could with the babyseat. When the car next in front crept away from the curb, Claude followed as far as a gas station. There he wondered aloud what lay ahead, but the attendant couldn't say, having swum to work just five minutes ago. Now as Claude pulled away the rain suddenly ceased, it seemed from exhaustion, and for the next hundred miles he spun his dial to catch the latest reports: that old man was still missing, he had last been seen floating downhill toward the river, he had been found, he was dead, he was dying, he was still missing... Claude turned off the radio, for he was beyond range of Tulsa, and Joplin had not heard the news yet. He raced in silence toward the night which he knew already had begun not far ahead.

She'll be a fierce woman, that one. It'll take a hell of a man to love her right. Be like living with a thunderstorm. Same as her mother. A fierce woman. Force of nature. The kind of woman you just hand on for the ride. The most exciting and the most heartbreaking woman you could ever meet. They don't know their own minds most of the time, but their hearts are so damn big it hurts em inside.