I can smell the rain,
I can feel the storm brewing,
At the peaking of the day,
The winds begin
Trees swaying with the gusts,
Wind deepening my breaths,
Clouds forming, day ending,
I feel the storm within
Something is lingering in the air,
A promise, a silent expectation,
Birds are beckoning, animals seek shelter,
Coldness gathering on my skin
A small drop, on my wrist,
Another lightly falls,
The earthen smell keeps its promise,
Let the storm begin
Your feedback helps ZephyrForza understand what's working
Now i'm just some kayak that you used to row ~
#nightdwellers. The air smells pure. And full of life. The very atoms. Of it tinted with sweetness. The new buds on trees. Peeking out from the frost. Lit by the moonlight. Smell of fresh innocence.
Hear the wind, Howling loud. Too much rain, Too many a cloud. Hear the crackle, The hail fall. Painful impact, Upon each tiny ball. Witness the lightening, Hear it strike.
#personification Thunder roars with all it's might Rain shouts landing on your pane. Wind screams blowing things from sight Sun whispers making you feel sane.
Nature's lightshow's come to town. An electric sky is all around. The darkest tempest, the fattest rain. Clouds are plugged into the main. A sudden flash has come my way.
@misslittleDHP thank you so much! Thankyou for the reposts as well!! @naaviie πππβΊβΊπππππβ€β€π
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