Written by Emily Harstone | January 27, 2017
Solitude over darkness…any day now…
The darkness in her soul commenced.
I looked back one last time.
I laughed as the thunder rolled.
“Come what may” he said stoically.
Pray? To wh.om? god sent storm
Pray? To whom? God sent storm.
Rain maker walks away: farmer satisfied.
We waited as the apocalypse loomed.
Under raucous spring storms we waited.
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Solitude over darkness…any day now…
The darkness in her soul commenced.
I looked back one last time.
I laughed as the thunder rolled.
“Come what may” he said stoically.
Pray? To wh.om? god sent storm
Pray? To whom? God sent storm.
Rain maker walks away: farmer satisfied.
We waited as the apocalypse loomed.
Under raucous spring storms we waited.