Let the rain pour down. Let it wash away all of the yesterdays of those who wish for no tomorrow. Let the thunder shake the ground and let it shake the fears from those who are terrified of their own minds. Let the lightening flash across the sky and let it bring new hope to those who are lost in the storm.
Let the storm rage on.
Let the scared the depressed, the unloved all learn to dance in the rain. Let it wash the tears from their faces, the blood from their arms, and the hate from their hearts. Let them feel the joy let the thrill of a thunderstorm wash over them and transport them to where there is not but love. Let the rain pour down, and, Lord? Let the children learn to dance.
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The Raven Says Hello
RandomThis is a collection of blurbs and small writings that aren't really "story worthy" yet. I do know two of them will be used in an upcoming story I'm writing entitled "Perilous" and another was used in a speech competition I was in a while back. Enjo...
