Naomi had never seen lightning flashes up close before. Never heard ear-splitting thunder roars. She was a fragile girl that was always inside the comfort of a house. Thick blanket on her legs, a mug filled with hot chocolate in her hands. Little Naomi was always in front of the television whenever there was a storm, watching her favorite shows, maybe blushing when there were awkward kissing scenes that she would always feel embarrassed witnessing alone.
She was never familiar how the dark skies of the night would glow a sudden, split-second bright light enough to blind her and burn her when she stayed long enough outside. She likes the rain, but she doesn’t like it enough to risk knowing where they were coming from above. She never knew how it felt like to be struck by the wrath of the
