The storm isn't a natural disaster; it belongs to a single person who cannot let go of a past relationship.
Every raindrop contains a literal microscopic memory of the relationship—a laugh, a shared coffee, a fight, a quiet morning. Sia - My Love (rain version)
The sky broke open today,Mirroring the flood you left inside my chest.You are the static in the thunder,The weight in the atmosphere. The storm isn't a natural disaster; it belongs