Pearls And Thunder

The sky leaden as the thunder lightning got lethargic, ravishing the sad emotions into beings, it then rouses the gusts into an arbitrary rhythm.

It was so wild that it could make anyone jolt out of bed with terror.

It was raining again.

With her, each tear that looked like it would swivel into pearls anytime, and then along with her salty pureness, the clouds wailed their hearts out with boisterous howls and helpless whimpers, vacating the burdens they held up all the way there, for her.

She cried with tiny little sobs whilst she murmured little weak longings through her pink plump and swelled lips that we're smudging a sight of the catastrophe of emotions she had imprisoned inside for a long time now.

Her eyes went along filling pigments and magnificence into the soulful conversation between the bitter silence and the writhed clouds with misery.