Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin

Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin. 

Heaven's tears taste cold and sweet, pure like a lover's kiss.

Grass and sea dew mix together, striking my nostrils, as if Mother Nature herself had made a unique stew; its scent brings utter bliss. 

Lighting strikes, painting the sky red like a drunkard's eyes, each flash a montage as tears fall and memories win.

Torrential Tears

A Poetic and Sensory Journey into The Eye Of The Storm

Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin

Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.



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