THUNDERSTORM - FEROCIOUS! SLEEPING, STUDYING, RELAXING WHITE NOISE FOR ...

I absolutely love the loud clap of thunder! I find it comforting, refreshing. I love the smells the sounds make me remember.  I inhale them, hungrily, like they are real.

There are no sweet potatoes on the wood burning stove, not peanuts roasting in the fireplace. No home cured bacon crackling on the stove.  I just remember. That's good enough. At least I know I once had.

Loud thunderstorms  remind me of the country, my grandfather's farm. We were in the world alone. No one near. Our closet neighbor a mile away.

Surrounded by woods, forests , acres of tobacco, corn, cotton, watermelon, soy bean. No people, just miles and miles of land.  A few animals and miles and miles of land.

No trash, no debris, no litter. No noise, all is quiet except for the critters.  I am coming to find out why I loved the weekends and summers spent with my grandfather so much, no noise, just sweet quiet.

No lunatic fool daughter that should have been put away for her own good.  If not for her own good, for our sake.  For the sake of the entire  world!

LORD thank You for finally exposing these low sluts.

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"