Listening to the rain. Safe inside, no fear of the midnight knock on the door. I am at peace free to think my own thoughts. No pyres of burning books, no
sound of jackboots coming over the hill. Only the noise of the comforting rain wild and free.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Listening to the rain. Safe inside, no fear of the midnight knock on the door. I am at peace free to think my own thoughts. No pyres of burning books, no
sound of jackboots coming over the hill. Only the noise of the comforting rain wild and free.