Buria

The rain pounds- endless taps upon my windows. A rising storm. I feel it in my bones.

The wind picks up- carries a secret message for my ears alone. A rising storm. I feel it in my bones.

The sky flashes- brilliant streaks of gold and silver. A picture for my eyes alone. A rising storm. I feel it in my bones.

It falls- the rain. It falls, washing away my fears and my lies. All that's left is I - the shadow - the start of it all.

This storm, it's coming. I feel it in my bones.

The End

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