A Light Rain
It was the light rain coming down. That was the concourse of the eve. The tidal waves of shocking thunder. And the trembling, quivering of natural sparks. Lost to the glory, the power; of Earth.
Keine Nutzer
It was the light rain coming down. That was the concourse of the eve. The tidal waves of shocking thunder. And the trembling, quivering of natural sparks. Lost to the glory, the power; of Earth.