The Storm
As I type this, thunder and lighting shatter the quiet of the night while a melody of raindrops pound out a song on my window. I'm still up and while I should be working, the sound of the world outside takes my attention from my work.
It's 2 AM, and I'm sitting in front of my computer typing out my thoughts to the internet in an attempt to put my thoughts back on their rails. Even so, I still think of the pure expression of nature outside waiting alone in the night while people sleep and dream, or look in irritation out their window for things to quiet down.
I'm going to go and say hello to the storm, and see what she wants tonight.
It's 2 AM, and I'm sitting in front of my computer typing out my thoughts to the internet in an attempt to put my thoughts back on their rails. Even so, I still think of the pure expression of nature outside waiting alone in the night while people sleep and dream, or look in irritation out their window for things to quiet down.
I'm going to go and say hello to the storm, and see what she wants tonight.