Missing the rainstorms of the past

where I danced and danced and danced.

Other days I walked or strolled,

even sat and listened as it grew bold.

Booms and crashes of sound proceeded as the sky lit up.

Earthy smells rose fresh and clean

leaving nothing in-between but the thoughts in my head as I began to ponder creeping off to bed.

Into the night resting among the stars as the storm ended.

An evening complete

I’d let go of the summer heat.

~Angela K. Crandall~


By rebel4universal2acceptance Posted in Poetry Tagged

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