On a night filled with roaring thunder, are you feeling afraid, or lost in memories?

“Echoes of the Soul on a Thunderous Night”

In the long river of life, there are always some special moments—like shooting stars streaking across the night sky—that, though fleeting, leave deep marks on our hearts. A night filled with roaring thunder is exactly such a magical moment.

I remember it was a sultry summer day; even by evening, the heat hadn’t faded. The air felt thick, almost frozen in place. I was bored, lounging on the sofa, watching some dull show on TV. Suddenly, the sky outside darkened. The once bright blue was slowly covered by a huge gray curtain. Then, wild winds blew fiercely, rustling the tree branches outside, as if a group of ghosts were whispering secrets.

As the wind howled, large raindrops began pelting the windows with a relentless patter. I stood up to close the window, and at that moment, a brilliant flash of lightning tore through the dark sky, followed instantly by a deafening thunderclap that exploded beside my ears, making the entire world seem to tremble. I was startled, my body involuntarily shivering.

In that instant, fear seized my heart. I recalled my childhood, when on nights just like this one, I was home alone. Back then, thunder terrified me; every crack of thunder sounded like a demon’s roar, making me tremble uncontrollably. I’d hide under the covers, burying my head, trying to block out the terrifying noise. That fear still lingers clearly in my memory.

But as I grew older, my fear of thunder slowly faded. Yet on this night of roaring thunder, childhood fears surged back like a tide. Sitting by the window, watching the rain blur the outside world, my thoughts began to drift.

I started to remember those who had shared thunderous nights with me. My parents, who in my childhood would always hold me tightly whenever thunder rumbled, offering warmth and security. Their gentle voices would soothe me, telling me not to be afraid because thunder was just a sound of nature. And my friends, during camping nights when thunder rolled in, we would huddle close, teasing each other that nature was giving us a special kind of music.

These memories shone in my mind like pearls. They taught me that fear is only a temporary emotion, while memories are the most precious treasures in life. The time spent with loved ones, the support and encouragement from those around us during tough moments—these are the true pillars of our lives.

As time passed, the thunder softened and the rain slowed to a stop. The world outside grew unusually quiet, as if everything that had just happened was only a dream. I opened the window; fresh air rushed in, carrying the scent of wet earth and rain. I took a deep breath and felt all fear and worries being exhaled out of me.

On this night of roaring thunder, I journeyed from fear to reflection. I realized that life will always have moments that scare us, but it is through these moments that we learn to cherish beautiful memories. When faced with fear, recalling those warm moments might just help us find courage and strength.

As psychologists say, memories have a healing power—they provide comfort and hope in times of hardship. In the days to come, when thunder roars again, I think I won’t be afraid anymore. Instead, I will smile and recall those beautiful moments, knowing that these memories will always accompany me, becoming the strongest support in my life.

Friends, when the thunderous night returns, will you, like me, experience the transformation from fear to remembrance? Or will you have your own unique story? Feel free to share in the comments—let’s together feel the echoes of the soul on this special night.