When it hits down like chickens, how light and heavy sound on the gravity ground, it will be splattered and shattered in pieces of clean slate paper as zillion of it, it should've been pouring down, depends of the hail was fallen like solid rocks stones and tree branches everywhere, it hurts so bad enough, it drive me crazy, whatever and whatsoever it'll began the rain at night like Spain to slain all together at last, its not like sleet of dreadful rain and snow mix, i felt sad inside of me, eventually the regular rain has fallen forever like the story of Davy Jones all over and over once again, i feel happy enough when the regular rain at night time, i love being outside to be wet and drenched so easily, i rather dance it like a storm of tapping along the tune and melody of greatness
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-20-17
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