Listen
to the rain by the sea.
The
pounding as it hits the surface.
A
storm is coming.
Off
in the distance the waves crash violently to the beach.
They
stamp and beat the rocky shore.
A
storm is coming.
Winds
whip around every corner.
Trees
brake in its mighty strength like trivial sticks.
A
storm is coming.
Hear
the faint sound of thunder in a far off place.
See
the lightning dance across the dark sky.
A storm
is here.
This picture was taken this morning. I woke up to the sky looking gray and sad. Then the sun tried to peek through. I took a couple pictures of it in color but I feel this one did it the most justice. The poem I wrote just now. I can still here the rain on the roof and it just made me want to write. I love storms. I like excitement, energy, and change. A storm is all of those. Excitement because you never know what might happen next. Energy because so much is happening all at one time. Change because its something new and a little change is never a bad thing. Storms scare some people, for good reason too, but not me. If I could I could be out there right now standing and enjoying every second of it (until I get cold). <3
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