thunderstorms are truly beautiful.
the clouds are heavy with rain, struggling to uphold the weight of the accumulating water. eventually, the sky gives way and the downpour begins. the melodious pitter patter of rain on the rooftops soothes my soul. drop after drop, they fall, instantly adding beauty to the world. thunder roars and shakes the earth, reassuring every living thing in the world that the sky remains in control. not long after, lightning strikes and illuminates the surrounding area. it has struck a tree and the smell of burning foliage fills the air. but the storm isn't finished just yet. the blustery winds roll in. fragile trees dance in the wind, swaying as the storm carries on. the storm refreshes us. the water washes the streets. it quenches the thirst of dying plants. but it also cleans our hearts and revives our souls. when the skies clear and the tempest has dissipated, the earth is revitalized and the beaming sun emerges from behind the clouds to confirm it.
#61// valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poetrywriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...