Story a day: 6.14.16

He stood in the storm, thirsty for the lashes of the wind and rain.

Marra left his feet bare, feeling the water wash over them as the waves grew. The water splashed against his waist as the storm grew. He spread his arms wide, feeling the wrath of the water, letting the fury absorb him.

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