Paige Elisabeth Guthrie (country_mouse) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-08-23 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, *irish, paige guthrie |
Ride Out the Storm
If there was one thing that always seemed to put Pippa Granger at ease, it was a good thunderstorm. There was just something about the way the thunder, lightning, and rain all came together to produce this one force of nature that scared so many others around her but set her eyes alight and her heart racing in the best way possible. Pippa Eleanor Granger was a pluviophile and a ceraunophile. That was all there was to it. Oddly enough, though she'd been raised prim and proper to a degree, it was in thunderstorms that Pippa really found her freedom. Yes, she loved to paint, sketch, do anything that had anything to do with art, but thunderstorms were what brought the young woman alive. Was it cold? Absolutely. Dangerous? No doubts about that. Windy as hell? People had already posted on the network about being literally picked up by the wind. But was any of this something that Pippa cared about? To quote one of her exhuberant best friends, fuck no. After dressing in her warmest coat and her rubber boots, the blonde was dashing out the door and into the onslaught of water and darkness. It felt like coming home. Like every drop of rain that fell across her skin washed away a piece of the negativity that sometimes plagued her when she thought too much. Like she was shedding whatever problems she had and emerging as a new person, a mermaid on land, rejuvenated from the storm that raged above her. She knew she must look completely insane to anyone who may be watching her through windows, but she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was the feeling that the storm instilled within her. It was addictive. It was beautiful. It was inspiring. |