Listen...
To the sound against the rain.
Can you hear it?
The same song again.
Haunting. Playing.
Here comes the storm.
Listen...
Can you hear me?
Screaming, please just listen.
I fight, and I run, I try to make them see.
Haunting. Playing.
Here comes the storm.
Lightning crashes.
Thunder booms.
Seal down all the hatches.
The stormy darkness looms.
Haunting. Playing.
Here comes the storm.
The song, playing in my mind.
The song, drowning with time.
The song, can't you hear it play?
Listen...
To the sound against the rain.
Can you hear it?
The same song again.
Haunting. Playing.
Haunting.... Playing....
Here comes the storm.
About the Creator
Bri Baxter
My name is Bri, I have a small business I'm trying to start called Baxter's Body Care (currently in the works) I have two amazing children and an amazing husband. I write what's on my mind and don't care who knows.
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