Thunderstorms

Darling, do you know what

I miss the most?

Thunderstorms.

The kinds that turn midday to dusk.

Sitting in my hostel room

Looking out the window

Straining to recognize the landscape

Familiar, but rendered strange

By the incessant rain, lightning, thunder…

It felt like time had ceased to run out.

I wanted it to last forever

And simultaneously wanted it to stop.

That feeling of wanting and not wanting

At the same time…

You, darling, make me feel the

Exact same way… Darling…

Do you know what I miss the most?

Thunderstorms.