An African Thunderstorm
You underestimated her. She was like a thunderstorm. Quick, Powerful and Blazing. No one could stop her when she laughed. You could only sit in amazement as her thunder would slowly erupt as she spoke about her passions and ambitions. Her eyes were like the lightning. If you caught it, you couldn’t turn away from the spectacle. She seemed so small and dainty but she was powerful. I promise you that you’re underestimating her, like a small flash of lightning hitting a small tree far off in the savannah. She isn’t always this compelling thunderstorm though. When she slept, you could see all the lightning and thunder turn to light rain as her small chest would move up and down with every breath. Even though the thunder and lighting were gone, the light rain that trickled down could easily drown me.