shyne47

Roll of thunder, the blur of lightning as it zooms right above me, the steady tap of rain, I can smell the storm brewing madly. As the thunder cascades over me of feel the release of rain, it drips down my face I cry one thousand tears. The rain won't stop crashing everywhere. The road formed a lake so I trudge through it remembering what I had done. It is remorse; it feels like the droplets are starting to fill my heart. My leather coat sags and my boots fill up with the street.  I only dare to look up. Why/ why/ the streaks of the aggressive light fill up the cold black night.  It almost feels like something is brewing in me too. I can't le