Stranded on a rock
in the middle of the Pacific,
mother nature
shows her furry;
and it is truly magnificent.
it is rather interesting
that the simple sound
out my window
brings such peace.
it elicits
a calming sensation
that quells my worries.
a natural occurrence
that rejuvenates the earth,
allowing for the growth of
new life.
in regards to its existence,
it is both
feared
and
loved.
in regards to its presence,
it is both
despised
and
desired.
yet its glorious sound
cannot be matched;
no instrument can replicate,
for it is unique.
as my mind slowly drifts,
the day comes to
an end,
and the storm continues to rage;
as I fall asleep,
my mind is filled with the
nostalgic sound,
of rain.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Stranded on a rock
in the middle of the Pacific,
mother nature
shows her furry;
and it is truly magnificent.
it is rather interesting
that the simple sound
out my window
brings such peace.
it elicits
a calming sensation
that quells my worries.
a natural occurrence
that rejuvenates the earth,
allowing for the growth of
new life.
in regards to its existence,
it is both
feared
and
loved.
in regards to its presence,
it is both
despised
and
desired.
yet its glorious sound
cannot be matched;
no instrument can replicate,
for it is unique.
as my mind slowly drifts,
the day comes to
an end,
and the storm continues to rage;
as I fall asleep,
my mind is filled with the
nostalgic sound,
of rain.
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