Topic > Descriptive Essay on a Storm - 729
From cloudy to sunny, I had nothing to complain about; except that the weather is very unpredictable. My phone rang while I was at the dentist's office. His greeting was a cracking thunder, and the purpose of his call struck me like a bolt of lightning. Soon after, it started raining all around me. The conversation was a desperate reminder of my tragedy and the source of all madness. My internal dam could no longer hold back and was flooded with pure emotion and pain. Wondering eyes saw this storm. Without a hint of shame they looked at me and as I walked away I could hear their whisper of the wind brushing past my ears and creeping into my ears.
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