It's grumbling outside. I hear the thunder rolling across the sky, muttering it's aggravation. It wants to go; wants to freak free and yet the sun still peeks out, denying it for the moment. There's no lightning yet in sight, but the clouds are catching up, coming in to bring relief to old, cranky thunder.
It will rain. Sooner then later at this point probably. Though for now, it's just old thunder out there, rumbling to himself.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 6/13/2004 06:56:01 PM ~
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