The Evilness of Nature
By twina
I stand upon a porch That is cold with fear. I see the rain falling Like an open tear. I see the lightning I hear the crack of thunder When will this stop I really do wonder. I am the spider Who crawled up the spout Who prayed for sun To shine all and about. As time goes by Everyone knows… That the sun will come out And the river will no longer flow. Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 02 2001 05:59 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I stand upon a porch..."