The thought of your goodbye
I sit by my window looking through its 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 follows it, always echoing its light. A symphony for the senses, wet, loud, intense, full of life. I let my mind and soul fill with the thrilling sensations, the fright, of the angry pounding rain that gives voice to my sadness, that embodies my pain. I watch... Sign in to see full entry.