Listen my friend...
There are clouds that softly rain upon the parched earth gently and swiftly satiating its thirst, fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought.... like love Then there are others that spin into storms and they destroy and they kill instead of giving they take... like hate There are loves that softly come to us gentle and sweet without fanfare or fuss fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought... as is the rain but like the clouds that spin stirred by a fast and evil wind some loves can... Sign in to see full entry.