Thick drops that cloud my vision and spin my head into turmoil. This state of nature seems to cast a macabre feel to the existence of my day.
The thoughts of sunshine, rainbows , fairies and all that is amusing to my inner child have gone with the wind, that speeds the velocity of every droop of this storm that falls.
The darkness swallows me...I observe.
my mind has turned to project to my thoughts, poltergeists, omens, demons and reapers. Some say I'm sentimental, I think so at times myself and this weather as it is only acts as fuel to the flames that power the inscriptions from my subconscious.
The resounding voice of thunder is deafening as clouds collide in the troubled skies.
The verbal eloquence of his rage is exceptional and causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight in attention, while a cold shiver treads in a descending fashion on my spine.
Thor has called upon his young, the bolts of thunder...that crack my ears and make me want to conceal my member under welcoming sheets....In hope that the darkness will swallow my fear as I slump into my siesta. I assure myself that there is no need to fear..... Its all just rain.!
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