It's fine, I've been slowing down comments myself as well! And I'm glad that my post made you happy. I don't think that I was so much exhilarated as... It's a little hard to describe. It's something like homesick but also unexpectedly thrilled because in a world of cold air and gray skies, there's suddenly a thunderstorm with passion that feels familiar. America -- this part of America -- is very different to Sri Lanka.
Having the thunderstorm showed up reminded me that even if the very air here is different, the winds will bring me a taste of home. The storm will come and speak to me in the crash of thunder; I will see the skies lit up by lightning and it will be the same sky that cloaks Sri Lanka.
I don't usually write entries like this, just because they seem to be the least popular. They're too personal, I guess. Not enough people properly get what I mean. I really am glad you took the time to comment and tell me what this entry did for you.
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Having the thunderstorm showed up reminded me that even if the very air here is different, the winds will bring me a taste of home. The storm will come and speak to me in the crash of thunder; I will see the skies lit up by lightning and it will be the same sky that cloaks Sri Lanka.
I don't usually write entries like this, just because they seem to be the least popular. They're too personal, I guess. Not enough people properly get what I mean. I really am glad you took the time to comment and tell me what this entry did for you.