ptothedaddy123

[ptothedaddy123]

Don't ask me "wyd" i really just be in my room going insane and being a danger to myself

[ptothedaddy123]

Stormy Day

The sky was coated with an ashen hue. Soft pillows of clouds started to form. Blocking parts of the golden sun. The puzzle-pieced clouds left the earth with a big shadow. Once the clouds covered the sun it seemed like the shadow had swallowed the earth. A storm was heading this way.

It was dark outside, and the wind whispered something to the trees. Whatever they said had made the trees dance. Each leaf swings from side to side. Some leaves stayed on the branch held by a bond. Wanting to stay secured by a bigger object.  Some of the bonds were broken, and the leaves fell trying to be free. Not wondering where they were going to land, but where they were going to go.

Moisture filled the air. The temperature fluctuates from warm to chilly. The earth not yet making up its mind. The earthy smell arose from the ground. Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter, the beat of the raindrops is growing. The storm is like a song, and the beginning is just the melody. Then the rain is the lyrics that make and complete the song.  

Each drop of rain caresses my window. The image that is created looks distorted and broken. A falsely accused reality. A flash of white, blue, and purple came across my window. It seemed like somebody had just taken a photo.  A slow rumble followed the flash. Like a bowling ball rolling through the slick floor.

It started to rain even more. The sound went from a clear song to a static- sounding radio. There were even more lightning and thunder. The climax of the song has been reached. It's all descending from here because the main chorus has been sung. This is just the reprise. The raindrops fell slower. Until there was silence, and peace filled the atmosphere. The song had ended, and the storm was over.