by ☆ ƒσяgσттєη ѕσυʟ ☆ » Sun Jul 01, 2012 4:22 am
Mist nods, "You get it. I'm gunna head off a little to hunt"
Nalah blushes. Something about chief made her feel safe. She smiles, "You can come meet her if you want"
How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.
My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill;
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.
The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…
On equal bearing now were we:
This rain, myself, in harmony.