My writing is like a thunderstorm, with words splashing onto the page like rain. But the rain starts out slow, until my thoughts become clear thats when it pours. The words flood the page and with every burst of lightning a new idea comes to mind. And like the wind my writing has no certain path. Moving and spinning all directions but every big storm has to end and clear blue skies follow. The sun comes out and the clouds float away to make a beautiful day. Just like a storm my writing is messy and confusing but the product is calm and clear.