It is said that her screams could be heard in the whistling of the wind,
Her tears seen in the dripping rain,
Her anger felt in the hail that bounded down from the dull sky.
She was anything but the eye of the storm.

"She is the beauty in a storm of hail."
-Rea.
  • Hailing down on the dried up world.
  • JoinedAugust 15, 2016