She loved the wind
And the lightening.
And the roars.
The action.
The life.
The
Sight
Without
The mess
Of being in it.
He loved her storm,
And through him, she even
Then began to love the rain.
And the lightening.
And the roars.
The action.
The life.
The
Sight
Without
The mess
Of being in it.
He loved her storm,
And through him, she even
Then began to love the rain.