Two Sentence Tuesday #7

The storm began with the staggered patter of thick raindrops on the asphalt. Before too long, the county was drowning in unrelenting tides of precipitation.

The Sandbox

The Sandbox

I plant myself in the sand

And build existence on the beaches

As the shimmering spray

Scintillates my spirited mind.

I bury my fingers in the coarse soup

I knead it; I meld with it;

I scoop it up in my busy fists

And pound it into glorious creation.

A sparkling new universe

At my fidgety fingertips…

A realm of infinite possibilities.

My grand experiment; my pride and joy;

The product of my godly mind;

My wonder to behold

Until the tides of time come crashing in

To wash my canvas blank…

And then my games begin again.