Something came up to me, from my weeks of summer it's been pouring rain so, yeah. Thunder, again it comes. With it's partner, light. Both work together to form a great power. Boom goes thunder, Flash goes light. With an amazing suprise, they do match. Rain comes and join for the fun. Thunder and ligh stick together and fight for it. But when it's journey comes to an end. Thunder will be silent and Light will be invisible. The two partners will vanish. Until next time The fun will begin for them, in the next down pour. Oh what great weather. Now that's my summer. ~End Wasn't good, just came from my absolute bordem, yet it wasn't a pointless thread. I'm just sharing out my thoughts to when the thunderstorm comes, creating it into a poem.
Thankyou heart of darkness. I read alot of things and do alot of wordsearches. Many thing interest me. But I bet you go talent for what you do :)
your word are to kind....but no... if i had a talent...then it would only suit me in my dark moments....
