friday morning
I was awakened by the singing sound of the rain.
I opened my eyes though they refused to.
Outside, the grey cloud was crying.
Sadness rushed over me.
The rain washed away dirt sticking on the face of the earth, I thought.
I walked through the silent street.
Alone.
I thought maybe I could feel the sadness of the cloud.
Rivulets of rain ran down my face.
I cried.
Feeling of emptiness emerged from the gloom and darkness.
The silence was broken by the whispering of the running wind.
p/s: sorry Mr Derick, I'm not that creative in writing. But I did tried :D
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