The vault of Heaven

Looking towards to what I see outside in the dark ether, sometimes I almost loses my visions against the fears, thoughts shared by many people and that makes me forgot how my things was really for me there in the ground. Staring there, I wish I could simply disappear there, in the scent of soil that often gets free bathe in the heavy rains. These things was really much scary for my younger-self. The child in me constantly used to lay in bed by covering him in whole with his plushie and with the pillow he used to make himself both deaf and blind. Heavy rains was like scary dreams to him.

As the storm clouds gathered and the first drops of rain began to fall, a familiar mix of fear and fascination gripped me. Despite being very scared of heavy rain, thunder, and lightning, I sometimes find a strange peace in it. There's something about getting drenched under the downpour waterfalls and staring at the beautiful clouds, where lightning dances through the sky, that captivates me.

Although when the lightning occurs in a flash and terminates with the voice of thunder that says how much its flawless its own even in the strange way of empyrean.