Mistress_Stonewolf_2000

Storms

Dearest Diary,

Today, my world turned gray. Rains fell heavy
against the ground, winds ripped through the trees. Limbs
heavy, hung to the ground. Hail fell beating dents in its
wake, beating pock marks in everything that lie in its
path. The sky furled, boiling clouds took form, tornados
cut trenches through cities. Leaving only devastion behind.
With the force of the rains running down the street and
into the gutters, manhole covers blew geysers 5 feet high.
But this was my day and thus I am alive.
I will be back to visit you soon
~ StoneWolf ~