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A Symphony of Glory

A storm is rising.

By Mary BeePublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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A storm is rising and the sky is growing darker by the minute.

As I lie down on the softness of my bed, I am surrounded by the sound of rain and thunder.

Looking out my window, I am confronted by the dark clouds and rings of lighting and the petals of rain.

As my eyes look upon they are enchanted.

I see a symphony playing just for me, a sound that no one can compare.

I watch as they play their endearing song. As they start, the rain makes its mark sounding just like bliss.

The Thunder then roaring like a drum of a lovers heart.

Then comes the finale, as a strike of lightning hits just like a courage of a known hero.

But as I look upon all the glory, I am not speechless by the rain or the thunder nor the lighting.

But, what takes my breath away is the light that comes just softly at the right moment to make this hard and scary thing seem, just as if it was sent down from the heavens above to give one night of complete joy and amazement.

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Mary Bee

Hello Everyone,

Welcome to my page! My Name is Mary. I’m 21 years old and an enthusiast of all things " Music, Fashion, and Life". I'm also an actress, model, photographer and dancer who likes exploring new places.

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