Standing on the balcony of Mandy’s parent's house, starring at the dark thunderous clouds in the distance crawling closer over the peaceful surface of the ocean. Thinking back to all the times I hid under my parent’s bed at the sound of thunder but now I would give anything to hear the sound of thunder followed by rain.
Every lightning strike reminded me of all the times I spend at my dad's side as he told me comforting stories and showed me the power of thunder. After a storm broke out in our hometown, he would take me to the beach and showed me the aftermath.
Pieces of glass would appear under the surface of the sand and we would collect them and store them in a container. He would take them once we have enough and melt them together to create a beautiful vase.
I never realized how
