#lightningking

MommyIssues, CommunicationFail, RagsRiches, TheOnlyOneWillingToPutUpWithYourBullshitHarry… I’m just spit balling here.

Driving home from work today I saw a huge ass storm cloud moving its way east towards me. I laughed and remembered some video talking about Phoenix Arizona. Phoenix is more used to Dust Storms than it is to Thunder Storms. I thought that was weird as fuck but I kinda just rolled with it. Honestly I dont think I could live without rain. I mean if I was living in the middle of the desert like people in Phoenix then yeah, sure, maybe but if I couldnt see, hear, and feel rain in my world I dont think I could go on much. I went into a gas station for like 5 mins and what started out as a little drizzle became a full on Thunderstorm. It tripped me out but it kinda made me happy in away. I got home ran out of my car to get the mail and ran into the house. I could only smile and laugh after it all. Yes I was soaked and with all this hair on my head I was pretty much dripping. But I loved it. It was refreshing in a sense. I know a lot of people hate rain but I actually love rain and thunder. I thought I was the only one who did but a friend of mine recently went to Waffle House while it was raining and he told me he liked rainy days too. It refreshes your mind, body, and soul. Sure the thunder and lightning may scare you but it shows you speed, power, and precision all in one. Once I came in the house I took off my wet working clothes, and my boots off the  slipped into something comfortable. I took a deep breath and was going to lay down in my bed for a bit but instead I came to another room and sat down and stared out the window to watch the storm. Then I thought to myself a better I dead would be to write while storm watching. It honestly feels really good. Im usually the type of guy who falls asleep during thunderstorms. Hell I just remembered a time in high school where I stayed outside and laid in the grass during a thunderstorm. It stopped and everyone came and laughed at me because of how wet I was. My mom wanted to kick my ass when I got in the car on the way back home. I was fine with it all from what I can remember. I didnt do it to make people pay attention to me. Hell at my shitty ass high school I wouldn’t want the damn attention. I think I was sad and thats why I did it. A girl probably had me fucked up or something. I just wanted to wash my thoughts away. I just laid there and accepted it and it cleansed me of bad thoughts. It wasnt anything to worry about after the rain came and went. A lot of people compare the rain and the storms to struggle and hard times. I do at times but then again I compare myself to it as well. Just raining down dreams, love, and greatness to everyone but make the wrong move against me then get hit with the lightning. I dont know. I just feel good and myself in the rain. I feels good to write in a quiet house and the only thing I can hear is the rain, thunder and this Clint Norway track I have playing. The storm isn’t at its peak anymore so Im slowing down in the writing. While its here though I just wanted to let my thoughts come out of my head. I was gonna write this in my journal at first but then letting it out to the world seemed like a better idea for me and everyone who reads this. I just wanted to write. The rain made me. I dont want the rain to go away. I dont want to stop raining good things down on people. Maybe this rain helped me cleanse my thoughts and the readers thoughts too. Ha. I started 2016 saying, “A Storm is coming, dont be afraid of the Wave.” I hope this storm is another sign that the wave has to start for me now. 

Nearly a decade of bliss.

Granted, he and Miharu certainly had their ups and downs: between his hyperactivity and her take-no-shit attitude, they did butt heads several times along the way. Hayama’d end up far too high in the clouds and become overbearing while she’d be grounded and shaking her head; he was known for not taking things seriously when needed, and sometimes he’d fail to read her emotions and needs. He couldn’t see very deep into anything and that put a strain on their relationship.

Aside from that, schooling was certainly another factor that caused friction. She had graduated before he did and went off to Tokyo for law school, and the year before his own graduation was a very lonesome one. Going down to seeing Miharu only about once or twice a week made him restless, but he was determined, and the distance only made their meetings all the more sweeter. Over the years that he traveled to see her and eventually moved into her apartment, he had come to the realization that he never wanted to spend a moment of his life without her.

So, ten years later, with him settled into his teaching career and she her prosecutor role, Hayama finally decided that it was time to tie the knot.

He’d been speaking to Reo for months to ask for advice about how to propose. The other man was ecstatic about the opportunity to help with such a sweet and tender event, so he was more than willing to say what he thought, and the raijuu took everything to heart.

It had to be meaningful. Something that she’d like. Make the evening about her.

Even his students at Rakuzan picked up on his anxiety, and throughout the days preceding the proposal, they’d questioned enough to squeeze an answer out of him. Some of them squealed excitedly and some even laughed as he ended up tinting red from sheepish embarrassment; the students had offered so much support and enthusiasm that he canceled their homework for that night, especially since he had to mentally prepare himself for the most important question of his life.

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