Crack. Lightning strikes through the colorless grey
clouds, illuminating the sky, but only for a moment.
Boom. Thunder claps, drowning out every sound in
the city. I lay on the sharp blades of grass, watching
the sky, a blend of curiosity and awe plastered on
my face. Rain begins lightly tapping the ground.
Raindrops splatter on my cheek; I wipe the small
puddles from my face and delightedly smile. All I
can think about is how lovely nature can be. Storms
are meant to be ugly and disliked, but I can't help
but find beauty in a thundershower. Its delicate
raindrops become harmonious with the stunning
thunder and lightning. Intensely beautiful—the only
way I can describe this.
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Beautiful Little Thoughts
KurzgeschichtenMostly poems, but a few thoughts I wanted to write down. :) NOTE: My free time is limited, but I'll do my best to add a few poems every so often.
