The king sky wants us all to bow today. The flowers mercilessly pelted by the machine-gun rain. The wind a whip walloping the atmosphere trees waving like waves. clouds crowding clouds split by stark lightning brings to ground rumbling shivering window panes. Advertisements
Only after a dreadfully long winter is the sound of rain such fine music.
Beneath the frozen ground I can see summer. I heard it was coming in the loose gossip buoyantly floating around town. I had a dream that leaves were climbing back upon the trees like little green soldiers. Soon, all the birds will come back all at once and the girls laughing will break out the […]