When thunder beacons
I s there anything more haunting than far away drumming thunder filling our heart with fear... with longing...? When I hear it, if I am writing, my pen just runs away from the ideas that in my head had been stirring for so long and with a life of its own, to the rhythm of that thunder, so forbidding, it starts to write about my lost dreams, about the feelings I've hidden, about all those sad, tender things that with the far sound of thunder announcing incoming rain, run, as if scared out from my... Sign in to see full entry.