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To be a storm |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I love a storm. If I could, I'd grasp the graying clouds and hoist myself into the sky. Soaked by rain, my hair wind-tossed, I'd feel a certain thrill when lightning hit the hill. I'd run across all the clouds within my reach, pulling small ones to the larger, building them into a monster -- until they must collide in anger. Oh, to feel the thunder rumble to the point where I was thunder, crashing down dark constellations. Bright fingers would pierce the sky. Horizons clotted with my stormshapes. I'd build them, burst them, tumble down, until the sunlight burned me off. Then I'd lay, along the ground, slick as leaves, lost in sound. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
slick as leaves... imagery is up to par here, ya know sometimes to me, the leaves looked like leeches after a storm, though I can't see the relevance of that.. I'm shutting up now, great write. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, Karou. Out here in California, it's hard to remember the rain, sometimes. |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
I love the rain..so obviously I guess I like this as well?? plus I hear the wet look is in but this: Then I'd lay, along the ground, slick as leaves, lost in sound. Just does something to me...I don't know I'm weird kind of like a lullaby soothing thing going on for me..made me yawn...and relax |
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