I like it when it rains.A Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessPretty words for pretty things.
A storm brews overhead.
It begins with a tremor. A deep rumble, And the sky hides her face. The air blushes in electricity. A sudden flash of pain, The inevitable shock, The resulting satisfaction. Boom. Crack. Sizzlepopcrack. She screams. She laughs. She sighs. She relents. And showers the jealous earth with her glory. © 2020 Dripping Chocolate MadnessReviews
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StatsAuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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