Freakchylde's

I danced…

Upon the rain clouds, my feet tapping against your roof. Asking you to come out to play. My skirts creating the wind that rustled up the trees, scratching against your window pane. I didn’t mean to scare you. I shower you with gold, pouring as leaves upon the path that you will walk. Blessing your path before you arrive. For you are mine, and I love you for it.