As a young girl I was never afraid of a storm. I used to count the pauses between each roar of thunder and remember how my whole body trembled at the power of a single lightning strike.
I use to love the rain fall on my roof and imagined it to be a medley that will sing me to sleep. After a hail storm left the nature with a white cloth it was almost instinct to go and make snow angels, cause you see that was the nearest I could ever come to real snow.
Lightning made me feel more powerful and magical and I guess that is what carried me through the hardest trials in my life.
Because if a young girl isn’t afraid of something so terrifying and deadly and rather saw it as majestic and beautiful how could anything else ever scare or terrify me.