She is like a thunderstom
at the height of summer,
cherished for bringing life
to a barren land,
while scorned for interfering
with the radiance of the sun.
God knows she is a world on her own,
a dance of nature
in her most primeval form
disregarding the order
and shunning the chaos.
A wonderwall.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
She is like a thunderstom
at the height of summer,
cherished for bringing life
to a barren land,
while scorned for interfering
with the radiance of the sun.
God knows she is a world on her own,
a dance of nature
in her most primeval form
disregarding the order
and shunning the chaos.
A wonderwall.
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