Look, listen... feel/
L ook through my eyes and see what I see, angry black clouds in a pure blue sky giving false hope to the soil so dry. They come in riding on the cold wind, a wind pregnant with rain looking to be set free, running away from the storm that rages in the sea. Listen to me and hear what I hear the whisper of the falling raindrops, gently caressing the tree tops, and the sudden loud noise of thunder, which crash through the silence, making me tremble with fear, making things shake for a moment to... Sign in to see full entry.