I came home at 8:30pm. It seemed like the smell of rain. It was a gentle breeze. I opened all the windows in my apartment. I could smell the rain as I was sitting on the couch. It was nice when it was breeze. But, it became scary when the gentle breeze turned into fiendish wind. The windows started shattering. The light posts outside were shaking. The trash is strewn all over in the front lawn. Now, I had to close the windows. And that is the end of the smell of rain.
2 comments:
Wow This post should be a poem.. unless wait, it is one?! Wow that took me a few minutes since.. looking at the title which is in quotes duh! Nice one G! Let it flow!! You just need to change the spacings for that lovely white space ^_^
I'm going comment happy tonight aren't I?
Maybe it sounded poetic. But, they were just my thoughts in time. You finally are commenting to my blogs. Or maybe my blogs are finally worth some comment. :p
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