for every drop of rain that falls, a dragonfly grows

I don't know if it's the weather or hormones or what, but there is an instability rattling inside of me, like, something lost, something missing, something forgotten, or perhaps, something is changing.

It's like that charge of electricity in the sky. You see a flash of lightening, now, you are just bracing yourself with the anticipation, waiting for that roar of thunder.

It's funny, most people are afraid of the thunder where, in my opinion, it was lightening that is the deadly one.