My Response

She asked me a question and in my head this was my response A blizzard feels no guilt for the damage it causes, it’s not In rage that it creates total devastation in its aftermath It doesn’t target anyone or anything I was once kissed by a Tornado I could taste its loneliness through the twist of its tongue I was in its path, its Wrath was undoubtedly deceitful and the whisper of its rain was hypnotic Every flash of light was accompanied by an artistic play of drums in the clouds The loud display of art silenced my heartbeat It becomes cold, sunny and windy and it rains all in a space it would take the sun to rise and set The Earth shakes and a Tsunami of tears flood all dreams sinking all the boats of pride that are cruising on the misuse of high testosterone She asked me what is my understanding of a Woman? After all that unpleasant thinking I replied "A Woman is just like a Rose"