Thunderstorm_Today's story
When there is a layer of warm, moist air that rises in a large, swift current into a cooler area of the atmosphere, a thunderstorm occurs.
Precipitation occurs when content condenses and forms towering cumulonimbus clouds. Next, the cold air will fall to the earth and hit the ground with a strong horizontal wind flow.
Then at the same time the electric charge accumulates with the cloud particles, namely water droplets and ice.
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Rain Accompanied by Lightning
Every morning, the weather at my house is always bad. The wind was very strong, the storm was coming, everything had collapsed, making it difficult for me to stay away from it. When the rain stopped, lightning struck. Every day I ask myself the same thing "Don't they want to remove the rain?". Every day I ask that question accompanied by a trickle inside me, with puddles being created. Every puddle that is produced, always leaves a mark as if the puddle had never disappeared.
Every night, thunderstorms always come from them. Prak!!!! Lightning flashed everywhere, the clouds darkened, the situation became increasingly chaotic, everything fell because of Him, as if the Earth was crying accompanied by wrath. Not because of the residents inside, but just wanting to vent what they experienced. I couldn't do anything, I could only hear the thunder that would destroy everything, and look for things I didn't know were true.
At that time, I found out, does this only happen to me? When I came out, I saw the side of my house decorated with falling leaves, the hot sun was shining happily, peace, tranquility, security and comfort were visible. Suddenly I asked myself "why is my house different from others?". However, at that moment I knew the answer to the question I asked myself.
Several days passed, I understood what had happened so far. It turns out, this is not a real house, not the house that everyone dreams of. The water streaks that were everywhere, sharpened, accompanied by blood that appeared, puddles of water that always left scars on the floor of the house, traces of lightning flashes, with the sound of lightning that never stopped. This is not a real house. This is not the house anyone wants. I can't change it, I can only stay still and be quiet.
Since then, I have always prayed, hoping that the dry season would come, bring comfort and peace. However, that will come when everything is over. Even though other people need rain, I don't seem to need it. At that time, I believed that rain would never fill my happiness. They always bring rain which makes me sad. fed up with everything that happens, so you feel like eliminating something that the creator said was important.
When it's hard to happen, I just hope for a rainbow that appears when the rain has passed. Even though rainbows come erratically, that's all I can hope for in this world. If the rainbow doesn't come, I can only stay silent, see what the rain has done, experience repeated sadness. If all this can't end, I hope I can end because of Him.
