Journaling: I used to absolutely love thunderstorms... eagerly watching for the brilliant blinding flashes of light and gleefully absorbing the tremendous resounding booms that reverberated though my bones.
Then there was that one particular storm that changed everything. The lightning strike... sparks flying from the speaker wires... the eerie sound of the musical toy in the next room playing all on its own. The neighbor I’d never met knocking on my door... telling me the building was on fire. Standing in the parking lot in the pouring rain, waiting for Mark to get home... helplessly watching the firemen work. The apartment adjoining ours being devoured by a mass of black smoke and giant angry flames.
Now when a storm comes, I just close my eyes and count the seconds between the flash and the boom... anxiously waiting for it to pass us by and return our safe, peaceful skies.
Storm - 1994. Scrapped - July 6, 2010.
(In case you were wondering, other than a little smoke, our apartment was fine, thanks to excellent fire walls. We just had to replace the answering machine and VCR, which were damaged by the lightning, and rehang a very overloaded storage shelf in our closet that the firefighters accidentally knocked down when checking our attic. Oh, and we spent the night on some friends' incredibly uncomfortable futon, since our power was out, but, thankfully, that was it.)
Credits: Rain On My Parade
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Fonts: title - Blackout Serif Px (Kemie Guaida), journaling - LD Remington Portable (Lettering Delights), Mississippi - Pea Anderson (Kevin & Amanda's Fonts for Peas).
