12:39

65 2 1
                                    

Light pitter patters upon the roof
Each clap illuminates the sky
No power in each room
A flashlight glows
The Storms Symphony
My right palm is it itching
I can hear the thunder
The wind sings and the leaves dance
The rain pances upon the ground
The lighting reflects in the puddles
The air filled with a song of silence

ManifestWhere stories live. Discover now