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Anger is presented as a natural force whose honesty lies in its sudden, undeniable sound.

The fragment is brief, but its comparison is sharp. Thunder does not reason or decorate itself; it arrives with force and makes itself known. Honest anger is imagined in the same way, as something elemental rather than manipulative.

A single typed line in lower case, with no title: 'honest anger is like thunder'.

The simile gives anger a natural, impersonal force: thunder is loud and sudden but it announces a storm rather than scheming. By qualifying the anger as 'honest', the line separates open, declared feeling from resentment that hides itself, and its isolation on an otherwise empty page makes it land like a single clap.