The Devils in the dust as it darkens the sky around me.
Each little speck a vicious sting against my face;
Leaving the crunchy taste of dirt on my tongue, in my teeth as I seek cover.
Hundreds of pieces pelting the windows with rhythmic chaos.
But don’t despair, I can smell the rain behind it.
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J. L. Green
Hello all. My writing style is a bit of a Hail Mary strategy; I write the stories I want to read and hope someone shares my tastes. Bon appetít and happy reading!
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Love how hopeful this is, optimism in the dark 😁
Ah, another storm-inspired one! Well done!