Rain gliding down the window,
falling far below…
Cloudy sky and misty,
a thick and boundless fog…
Turning lands below into a vast and endless bog.
The thuder clashes, while lightning flashes,
The sky is being torn apart.
Rain gliding down the window,
falling far below…
Cloudy sky and misty,
a thick and boundless fog…
Turning lands below into a vast and endless bog.
The thuder clashes, while lightning flashes,
The sky is being torn apart.
What a good description of a storm Zoë. Reminds me of the summer storms here on the farm when we stay indoors while the storm rips the sky apart. But I don’t mind because we’re too small for the storm to do any damage. It’s when the hail starts and we have to run outside to cover up the plants and call the dogs inside and we have to avoid those big clunks on our heads! And what about the beauty of the aftermath of the storm. When we all dry out and the sun warm us again and the trees shudder and shake the drops from their leaves. Love it Zoë
Wow this is Amazing
Well done!!!!