Tiny Love Story
Kelssy de Jesus
I stare in awe at what some may consider a frightening sight before me. The monstrous storm hovers over the sleepless city, ready to devour it whole. The deafening thunder booms and roars in my ears like a threat from a wild animal, the lightning flashes mimicking the baring of teeth of Earth’s apex predator: Mother Nature itself.
My mom would stare at me as if I was the wild one as I watched the storm unfold. The truth is, I wish I was. While my body itself couldn’t, my imagination could. So I say, let it run wild.