Her cry was the thunder, and her streaming tears were the pouring rain that breathed new life into the earth. Her catharsis signaled the start of a new spring with fresh grass, blooming flowers, and the ever lasting melody of the birds.
Summer rain descends to the ground Hope rests on each droplet And you watch as it fades into your skin Slowing your anxious pulse As you waltz with the idea of blooming
the rain falls quietly tonight, don't you think? do you remember the old pitter-patter of rain? back when rain meant getting mud on our dresses jumping in puddles coaxing worms from their homes? i remember the cold made our cheeks flush and stuck to the inside of our lungs we’d laugh and laugh, sides heaving ah i think the rain falls quietly tonight
I hate the thought of the sunrise, when the earth hides, in its sea of colors. I like the rainy mornings, when the earth awakens, in a sheet of darkness, telling stories of the heartless.. as the rain hits the pavement
Beware of the girl who like rainstorms The girl who’s thought are only Quieted by the roll of thunder The girl who find peace in Deafening noise The girls who’s eyes trap lighting and keep it as her own. The girl who laughs while the heavens tremble Beware of the girl who likes rainstorms Because she feels at home in the storm And find power in the chaos
I’ve always love listening to thunder storms. It’s help me whenever I feel powerless.
I feel like a toffee rose petal with touches of the snapdragon blush brushing into burnt umber somehow and barely holding the weight of water droplets that have built up, piled on, drowned me from years and years of thunderstorms
and yes, the title is like that for a good reason.
