 | A preconceived notion,
you know what's coming next.
Confrontation, drama,
the things you don't want.
You try to avoid the situation,
Keeping your distance.
Not allowing your words to escape your lips
You have made yourself loose your voice.
You wish you could disappear,
Into the world of peace and calmness.
But you see the rumbling clouds approaching.
Every word left unsaid is another shade of darkened gray added to the clouds,
You know the storm will be big.
From the smallest drop of wetness,
to the flashing of the lightning,
And the monsterous sound of thunder.
Chills go down your spin.
Your warm blooded self shiver and your teeth chatter,
as the first raindrop hits the ground.
the drama has built up,
And as the storm begins,
it feels as though everything that you have tried to avoid,
Hits you like a ton of bricks.
Written by ivy ellene S.
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