Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.
It is about dancing in the rain.
(inspired by Ann)
People say there can be beauty in storms.
My eyes seem too cloudy to see.
People say you can dance in your storm.
Dance through your rain.
Maybe.
Maybe.
maybe...
(inspired by Ann)
I feel like I am right in the middle of a storm.
Torrents of emotions flooding down with no relief.
Seems like it won't ever stop.
That it will always be raining.
My fingers are getting pruny.
Torrents of emotions flooding down with no relief.
Seems like it won't ever stop.That it will always be raining.
My fingers are getting pruny.
People say there can be beauty in storms.My eyes seem too cloudy to see.
People say you can dance in your storm.Dance through your rain.
Maybe.
Maybe.
maybe...
3 comments:
How appropriate that it actually rained last night. Mmmmmm smells good.
Ya know there is something about a good storm. I love right after, when the air smells so good and things look so beautiful.
hmmmm...
of this storm you made no mention when you slept in mai bed.
hmmmm...
i think naked swimmers washed it all away
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