Rain

Sighs echoed in the empty spaces.

Rain beat down creating a cacaphony of sound.

Clouds hang low in the sky.

The green of the leaves and grass appeared darker.

In the storm clouds, she could see melancholy.

It matched her mood.

She turned from the window.

Another sigh escaped her lips, she felt  stagnant.

Through the closed windows, she could hear birds singing.

The wetness of the forest appeared as if a fairy-tale.

The vines clung and draped across the trees like robes and ornaments.

Even fallen trees and rocks appeared enchanted with moss cleaving to their surfaces.

The wind gently whistled through the leaves and branches.

Winding it's way on a narrow track, a stream gurggled and laughed it's way deeper into the trees.

The forest was enchanted.

A fairy land. 

The rain had stopped.

The clouds still hung listlessly above the trees.

They seemed to want to gather courage to stay.

Any moment they could erupt. 

The trees reached leafy arms upwards.

Remaining melancholic, the sky listlessly moved on its way. 

Everything was calm.


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