Stormy Thoughts rush in and out of my mind like a heavy wind. My chest pounds like the clouds clashing together in a thunderous boom.
Sweat beads down my forehead like the raindrops on a window. My face and neck get hot like the temperature and humidity rising.
This storm was brewing hard; her name? Anxiety. Sneaking up last minute and in the worst of moments, having little to no time to prepare for the outcome.
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