There's a storm rolling in from the East and I can feel it in my bones, each rumble of thunder sending vibrations up my spine. The world comes alive at the first signs of rain, trees dance to welcome it in and creatures scurry to find places away from the reach of raindrops.
I think of myself as part flower, sunny days are well and good but rain is what keeps me alive. I stand up a bit straighter and breathe a bit deeper as I watch the clouds stream past overhead, as though they all have more places to be. I strain my ears for the first pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the tin roof above my bedroom; nature's lullaby that's sung me to sleep countless times before.
There's a storm rolling in and the world is running for cover, but I'm running to taste the first drops of water on my tongue.
Ryry1305 February 04, 2016 09:02PM