Katelynn

Lovely Storms

You can love someone as many ways as water falls from the sky.

Sometimes it falls with the crashing of thunder and the blinding light of the lighting; other times it falls silently.

Sometimes it falls as cool crystal snowflakes, and other times with hard balls of ice beating it's way down to the ground as it shatters to bits and pieces chipping off from one another.

If you want the water, you don't get to choose how it falls.

 

 

-k.r.            

Comments1

  • Shadowbox15

    The imagery’s pretty.

    • Katelynn

      Thank you again!
      I'm glad I tried out this writing thing.



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