Rainy day
The sky darkens as small
droplets of rain start to fall
Wind brushes against your face.
The world becomes duller and greyer.
Suddenly power lines start swinging,
branches snap off trees.
The storm has begun.
The wind carries the rain
over tall hills
and winding valleys,
Piercing your face like a thousand tiny bullets.
Everything is in Black and White,
nothing is worth seeing anymore.
The warm glow of a lit fire.
Pulling people inside
like a magnet.
You feel cold drops of rain
running down your suddenly numb fingers.
You open the door,
and go back inside. :D
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.