Literature
Thunder Might Be Okay. [PDC]
I curled my fingers into my palms, trying to ignore the sound of rattling wind and rain. There was a flash of light, and I braced myself for the thundering crash that came all too soon after. I let out a small whimper as another flash came down outside, followed by yet another deep rumble. I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders, trying to give myself comfort.
I hated my fear of thunder. It was a stupid and small fear. A fear for a child to have, not a grown man. Yet every time the rain began to pour, and the lightning came, there I was, huddled in the corner, wrapped up in a blanket. I was either biting my tongue or hyperventilat