Writing Weekend | Feb 3, 2018 - Feb 9, 2018

A Rainy Day

A rainy day A gray sky, With hints of blue life smudged into it like the boxes of furniture You would take with you if you ever moved from your own humble abode. Hints of rain are fanned out, that span across the happy and green landscape. I sit alone, sit under the roof of my shelter, only a witness to such a view. I hear the clacks of rain patting themselves against my window, like angry little gremlins trying to merge themselves into my reality. The reflections gloss on my sidewalk From the pelts of the tears of gods. It's splendid, really. I reach into my bag, pulling out a sketchbook and a pen, as an attempt to draw what my eyes perceived before me. With slips of time, and strings of the scenery pulled. I complete. I look at my sketchbook, and back at the lovely albeit sad landscape. It depicted what I loved most. A rainy day.

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