Dark and Stormy Night

writing story

published 1970-01-01 00:00

updated 1970-01-01 00:00

%date 130805 00:00

The sky seemed to furrow it's brow, and the grooves of it's face seemed to emulate the sea, in it's constant, twisting, turning and crashing. Every so often either it's eyes or mouth, and down rolled a tear, or out came a cry. It would appear that every once in a while, everybody needs some sort of attention.