Spring

Storm

The thunder is loud. I can't wait for the downpour. It's cleansing. I just don't want it to snow on my tulips. They deserve more than that. They shouldn't have to hide who they are. We shouldn't hide who we are. I can hear tiny drops on the roof. I must live in a house built of tin. More thunder. We shouldn't hide who we are, but it's so tempting.