the smell of rain
on dry ground
you can hear it sigh
lightning flashes
thunder booms
the window rattles
the dogs run to hide
afraid of
the end of the world
Former Ramblings of an Insane, Lesbian, Book Writing Crip
Former Ramblings of an Insane, Lesbian, Book Writing Crip
the smell of rain
on dry ground
you can hear it sigh
lightning flashes
thunder booms
the window rattles
the dogs run to hide
afraid of
the end of the world