Storm.

The roaring of the thunder is in tune with the emotions I've been held in for so long,

The clouds are staind gray from the vast amounts of water they bare,

But the clouds cannot bare the water for long.

Now spilling out from the sky, the water gravitates to Earth in perfect droplets,

Causeing ripples in my personal pond, whose water reflects the nature that surrounds my yard.

Several chirpping birds flying west, warning all of nature of the comming of the storm.

Lighting crashes down only nearly a mile from my house,

The clouds are now gliding at a steady pace,

The thunder intensifys,

The sky darkens,

The clouds release all of their contents at once,

Then..

My personal pond turns still.

The clouds turn white, and slow their pace.

The birds, come out and sing a song.

Everything goes silent, other than the rushing of cars, and the chirping of happy birds.

We're in the eye of the storm,

Baby, hold on tight..

Reviews

[The Flawed]

Waaoo it's like an emotional rollercoaster. I like it.