Beautiful Storm

It’s raining tonight. It feels so perfect.

Because there’s this storm that’s raging inside. And it feels beautiful. Thunder’s rumbling all around. The rain’s lashing on my window pane. The glass might break. But that’s all there is to it. If it has to, it will. And it’ll still feel good.

Tomorrow, the sun will come up. And things might not be the same again. Because the sunlight hurts their eyes. And sometimes, it’s not about rainbows and butterflies. Spin around, get crazy. Jump, fall down.

Get lost in your thoughts. Watch the lightning bolt across the dark sky.

That frozen heart won’t be so anymore.

x EdgyShark x


About edgyshark


Posted on February 16, 2010, in Existence and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. i am in awe again… at the beauty of each word…
    feel like being a child again… coz thats what it reminded me of… when hearts weren’t frozen…

  2. beautiful….you have a way with words. This reminded me of Indian Monsoons. I could picturize the whole thing.

  3. Raindrops, sun drenched morn and a bit of surrealism. Nice write up 🙂

  4. The sun isn’t one of my favourite things, really.

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