thunderstorms.
Feel the rumble of thunder in your bones, the flash of lightning in the whites of your eyes, the passion of the wind lifting your hair, caressing your skin. Feel the water on pale, exposed skin like cold drops of moonlight inciting shivers from the spine. Close your eyes and wait for the passing. Close your eyes and pray for this all to be over. Close your eyes and wait for the sun.
More from this roll of film to come. 35mm. *edited* though. Hm.
I found a place to hide, exposed underneath only the stars who smile upon me as if I am one of their own.