Hurricane

I love it.

There's a hurricane outside. Well, for an Arizonan like me, it sure seems like a hurricane. The palms are swaying violently. The rain comes down like icy daggers. And the wind is rattling the door, like an unwanted visitor begging to be let inside. I'm completely drenched.

I love it.

I took my glasses off and put them in my jacket pocket to keep them safely away from the angry raindrops. And then I looked up to the sky, standing in the midst of the tempest. My hair was blown about, and the rain pierced through my clothes.

I love it.

It makes me think of the movie The Notebook. How I love that part, when they are both standing in the rain, in eachother's embrace. How I wish I had someone else. But no, here I'm standing in the rain by myself. Alone.

I hate it.

Red

This past weekend I went to the Rage Music Festival. It's a christian rock and roll festival that goes on for two days, with twenty-five bands, on two stages. I got to see my favorite band, Red, there. Sometimes my friends make fun of me for liking them, because their songs are kinda emo (well, ok. They're really emo). But that's why I like them. Because I know exactly what that guy is talking about when he talks about the struggles and the pain of life. I know exactly what he's talking about. I'm living it. And when I listen to those songs, I feel so much better, knowing that I'm not the only one who feels this way. That I'm not the only one who's fighting inside. I listen to them everyday, when I sit against the wall at school looking up at the overcast sky, and when I feel so alone in my pain that I think I'm going to fall apart, I know that I'm not the only one feeling this. That I'm not alone. They are my heroes.