Sitting by the window.
I sit by my window looking through the colored glass into the strength of a storm. I relish the angry rain, that bravely leaves its cloudy home admiring the lightning bolts that boldly make the dark sky bright and the thunder, that loyally follows it always echoing its light. A symphony for the senses, wet, loud, intense, full of life. I let my mind and soul fill with the sensations, the fright, of the angry pounding rain that gives voice to my sadness, that embodies my pain. I watch it while it... Sign in to see full entry.