The Storm

by Marine Wife   Jul 28, 2005


I walked out in the storm loving every drop of rain on my skin, not caring if anything else happened to me at that moment, because to me that rain is a relaxer when i am tense, the clouds that keep covering up my true identity behind my mask, the thunder is me letting out all my angered troubles, and then there's the lighting that gives me strength to keep going on in life, and trying not to worry about all of my troubles!!

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