I woke up to the sound of thunder this morning. No rain or lightening followed, and, by the time I got up, the clouds had cleared and the sun was shining again.
I'd just laid there, listening to it, not wanting it to go to waste. It was strange. That raw, organic sound, once it was gone, it was lost forever, if we didn't listen to it. What caused it, the pressure of hot and cold air colliding, there was so much power in that, in something you couldn't even see.
The least I could do was listen.
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Stardust (Complete)
ChickLit2016. I met a boy with a whole universe inside him, his eyes full of shimmering stardust, like windows into his soul, shining so brightly I could barely look into them for more than a second. His body was like a bridge between the physical and spiri...
