This reminds me of war

This reminds me of war. The cold. The sound of thunder sounds like F16 planes sometimes like Apache rockets. When further, they sound like tanks bombs on borders. It hasn't rained yet and it didn't rain much during war either. It'll rain soon, and that thunder far away will reach us. The lightning draws the picture of the new old bombs. The clouds look so much like the smoke that we once woke up and saw surrounding the city from north east to south west. Even my red blanket does. No electricity but the radio is on. The news is a little bit different, sounds so comfortable and calm. My room is decorated differently; now my bed is right under the window. My books are twice different. I used to like winter, and I won't like it until another war is launched. Maybe it will come to an end.