Bright blinding lights,
Cold crisp winds
Electrifying Feelings,
and indescribable feelings,
from deep within.
Sends shivers down your spine.
Rain, rain, go away,
For the feeling of being alone.
CRACK!
Loud striking, jagged lights.
Wind howls like a desperate animal,
A treacherous sound that will make a child tremble with fear.
This weak pathetic storm will make Astrape and Brontë tingle with admirable hatred.
Beauty of the trees are destroyed within the second.
Look to close and you will lose yourself from the beauty within.
