the thought of your goodbye
I sit by my window looking through the colored glass into the strength of a storm. I relish the angry rain, that bravely leaves its cloudy home admiring the lightning bolts that boldly make the dark sky bright and the thunder, that loyally follow them always echoing their light. A symphony for the senses, wet, loud, intense, full of life. I let my mind and soul fill with the sensations, the fright, of the angry pounding rain I watch it while it lasts I become entranced by it for it seems to... Sign in to see full entry.