When I lose myself in writing; I can create whatever I want...and so it is.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Rain drops outside my window
The rain pours outside my window and drops hitting the lake resembles thousands of tiny wings fluttering simultaneously. I enjoy the beating sound the rain makes as it escapes from the sky. I'm watching the trees sway as the wind rushes through...thunder rumbles far off in the distance and lightening streaks up the sky...