Thunder Tears

Thunder rumbles and tears roll, in essence my tears are words of stories untold.
Tears stream down the face as rain covers a window pane & though the storm is gone, rain drops are evidence that nothing will ever be the same.

The damage is done, the wind has blown, but in the most vicious storms are where the most beautiful flowers are grown…

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