The Storm

by Carla Benser   Aug 10, 2015


You are watching and listening to the crackling of the flame, then you start to hear the thunder rolling by and a flash of lighting may catch you're eyes. Then the trees start to dance in the breeze and it surprisingly puts you're mind at ease. I have always liked the calm before the storm and my favorite is watching the clouds form. Twisting and turning there way to destiny, it seems to provide some sort of therapy. Then just before the rain starts to pour down, you could swear you heard the first rain drop hit the ground. I guess it is exciting to watch the storm and it is a break from the norm. All that action happening in the sky and it happens right before you're eyes.

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  • 6 years ago

    by George

    Yes, just when I read the first two lines. It's really deep.

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