"The ground is sliding out of place, The trees are bowing down - Such magic in this forest space, With purple all around…"
(from "A Purple Haze" by Artyjules)
It rained all night.. No.. It *stormed* all night. But then the storm passed as suddenly, though much less violently, than it had arrived..
The rain was still dripping from the trees and flowers when the sun broke through the clouds. It was as if nature was breathing deeply, catching her breath after battling the storm in the night.
You could still hear the thunder grumbling in the distance, as if to say the war wasn't over. The demure purple wisteria simply smiled and gave the sun a wink, and spread her petals to dry..
"The ground is sliding out of place, The trees are bowing down - Such magic in this forest space, With purple all around…"
(from "A Purple Haze" by Artyjules)
It rained all night.. No.. It *stormed* all night. But then the storm passed as suddenly, though much less violently, than it had arrived..
The rain was still dripping from the trees and flowers when the sun broke through the clouds. It was as if nature was breathing deeply, catching her breath after battling the storm in the night.
You could still hear the thunder grumbling in the distance, as if to say the war wasn't over. The demure purple wisteria simply smiled and gave the sun a wink, and spread her petals to dry..