I lay alone in my room, stillness surrounds me in a blanket of comfort.
I can hear the rhythm of the raindrops, as they beat against the ground.
Closing my eyes, my imagination runs wild.
Letting go of my surroundings.
I fly far to the Amazon, listening to the thunderous roars of a tropic storm.
Off in the distance, thunder bellows, the flash of lightning lights the dark.
I am alone, in my own world. Filled with dreams and wonders.
During a storm, many things can happen when you are alone.
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Clouded Memories
General Fiction☆~Here is a book of small poems and short passages I write will be held. Some happy, some sad, all in the mood I'm on. Hope you all enjoy.~☆
