I guess God does do things when he feels like.
God is indeed great.
We finally stopped talking for a few minutes as we laid in comfortable silence then a loud thunder vibrated along with lighting flashs.
We let out hysterical screams as we hurriedly pulled the blanket over our heads, feeling nervous from that.
There's actually some kind of thunders sounds that even those who claims to not be afraid of them actually do get frightened on hearing them.
Take me for example now, I'm hiding under a blanket.
After a few minutes and nothing sounded again except the sounds of the heavy rain.
We let out small laughs on how childish we just behaved.
My mind drifted back to Silas.
I wonder how he's fairing at the moment.
'He's probably not scared and shit, being who he is'. My subconscious replied the question and I shrugged my tired shoulders lightly.
Silas would always be Silas.
