Plitch, Plitch, Platch.
It was my favorite sound when I was a kid. The sound of the rain plattering against my window. Others were hiding under their blankets when I walked outside, listening to the thunder, enjoying the water pouring down my face.
I loved the energy.
I loved the power.
I loved how something so soft could destroy anything.
It reminded me of you. Your smooth smile, your kind eyes, your promising words.
Nothing but an illusion. And of course I fell for it. I thought you would heal my broken soul, refresh my mind. But you crushed me like a thunderstorm. Your looks turned into lightning, too hard to look at. Your words turned into thunder, too hard to understand. What once started s a light breeze turned into a hurricane. Too deep, too strong and eventually I drowned.
But still,
I loved the energy.
I loved the power.
I walked right toward you while others were hiding under their blankets.
Plitch, Plitch, Platch.
It wad my favorite sound when I was a kid and it still is now
