The storm was everlasting and came in many different forms.
Monsoons of depression, tears and wretched thoughts drowning the innocence and life within.
Thunderstorms were the fits of anger that could not be fathomed or reasoned with. They were the most frequent of the storms and oh, how they ravaged her.
And Mania? Mania was the aftermath of a storm almost, filled with frighten and panic. She no longer felt happy in these stints, because she knew it was yet another storm.