Rain rushes against the windows in torrents of sound, pushed by the wind and encouraged by gravity, steadily down, ever falling.
The sky is coated with a wet layer of gray, not dark but not quite bright, either. The home of every droplet of water casts them down, down, down, through the atmosphere, into mother Earth's warm, loving arms.
The water forms puddles in which infinite ripples coruscate. They dance breathlessly, eagerly spreading out to kiss the air. In later hours, these very puddles will thin into a curious child's game.
Bits of ice and hail, ever small, float along down the rivulets of water, pushed and pulled by the wind. They, too, cooperate with the flow of nature and her candid display of beauty. They swirl gracefully along with the water's course, tranquil and serene as a nymph in the forest.
Water sinks back into the earth, having taken a long journey, now for the grass and roses to drink. These tired drops pause their cycle for a moment, forever frozen in the eye of the observer.
The grass looks splendidly green, the flowers gorgeously bright.
The cycle continues.
A/N:
It was raining earlier and I felt like picking up a pen, so I jotted some of this down in a few minutes. Nothing fancy, but I hope you found it pretty, at the very least.
Have a nice day/night/afternoon/evening, catch ya on the flip side :>
~Dia
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General FictionJust a collection of short stories I'll write from time to time. I want to gain more experience writing one-shots and snippets and the like, so I thought it would be good to post them here! That being said, concrit is very much appreciated :D Some o...
