Rain storm

by karen   Jul 15, 2006


(i wrote this one when i was 15 because i love thunderstorms)

as the storm rolls in, the sky turns an icy gray
thunder in the distance sends shivers of anticipation through every fiber of my being
the sweet smell of rain on freshly cut grass gives my nose a tingling sensation
water tastes warm and refreshing
water pelts my face and i feel as thought the hour glass of time has been overturned and my sins are being washed away

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