Standing on the Edge of the Day | Anna L. Miller

Standing on the edge of the day, sunlight fading before me, a picture of peace, as the dark and wild clouds roll fiercely in from behind. The winds blow strong, exhibiting their wicked power, as the pounding rain storms down from above.

A moment, no more.

The commotion blows quickly through; it is the wind that directs this symphony. The dusk blows and bangs and storms away, as a dark night descends upon us all.

The heavy rain drums me to sleep, a rhythmic lullaby from a thirsty world.

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