though scars covered every inch of her body, she stood up.
slowly rumbling,the beast inside the sky is stirring,saliva dripping from its hungry maws,as he fumes and rages,anger electrifying its furred and yellow eyes,howling his woes from being caged in the skyto the earth below. As you can see with the recent influx of rainy day poems, it is obviously raining here. I like the rainContinue reading “thunder and lightning personified”
dark clouds gather above,threatening rumbles fill the silenceto the pitter-patter of the rainon the cracked pavementpooling next to my rain bootsas I stand in the middlewith my hands thrown in the air,head tilted back hungrily,watching the sky cry on me.