Now I understand it. Now I understand my most hated phenomena. I hate thunder, but this is the moment that I’ve realized that that’s what I’m feeling inside. Sometimes nature needs breathing. It needs to let out the boiling emotion inside. Because It needs to scream sometimes.

I look at his face. His thick brows, his pointed nose, his growing stubble - I touched it with my palm. I caressed his face lightly, tracing the ends of his brows down to his nose and to his lips. His lips ...