Thunderstorm Thunderstorm outside,Warm and dry inside my bed.I think I’ll just hide.5/6/2004 Others are Reading Refuge Spirited Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Horror Poems The Black Angel’s Death Song: Drunken Memories Made Song Cries of My Pages Entirely Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * − 6 = three
