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Thunder don't come just to make noise. It waits. Builds. Holds its breath until the sir's heavy enough to feel. Same with me. I don't crack open for sunshine. It's the rain that pulls the truth out- that soft, aching kind of honesty that only shows up when you've had enough. People call it a storm. I call it a remembering. Not everything that rumbles is a warning. Sometimes it's just sky saying, "I feel it too." -Melissa Thornton