Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The neverending rain
Who could forget the week the rain never stopped, and its explosive remnants after. Who could forget the lightning and thunder strikes, and the sadness mixed with laughter. I am strong once again, and even when nature booms with thunder, I stick out my tongue, hold out my hands, and with love and beauty abounding; I laugh at her.
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