And when the rain comes down from the heaven's,
To relieve the parched earth,
The sky will turn all shades of grey,
The breezes with dance with the branches of tall trees,
A waltz that turned into a tango passionately,
The Earth will sigh and relax,
As the droplets strike against the dusty ground,
The hot air will drift southward,
And the humid muginess that consumes before a storm,
Will try to consume the atmosphere,
The storm is brewing,
And it is such a delight!
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Into The Abstract
PoetryPoetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.
