Bokelskere.no

Maybe he expects me to be bothered by the rain and thunder. It would be a reasonable assumption, considering how the sound of water affects me. But I shake my head. It's strange. I can't stand fireworks or explosions. Or silverware clattering, or glasses clinking together. Sometimes, even ticking clocks make me want to crawl out of my skin. But I don't mind thunder. I find it calming.