Wednesday, June 2, 2010 at 12:55am
Dark grey clouds billowing as far as the eye can see. Wet glistening pavement. Thunder booming loudly. Cracking with every strike. She is running. Down this two lane road. Hoodie soaking wet. Water trickling down her face. Burning her deep already drowned eyes. Succumb to the feeling. Fists clenched. Fingers locked key removed. Don't fight the feeling. Feel that rain pouring against your back. Pleading. The rain is pleading. Please take me back. But no the clouds hath a fury unforseen.
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