Literature
When It Rains
Have you ever seen the sunset after a shower? The clouds when the orange rays hit them? Have you seen them going yellow, and from yellow to orange, and from orange to pink, staring at them until you can't make them out anymore?
I love the clouds. The heavy ones, the light ones, thin feathery ones. They seem to tell me a story and take me off into a different world. A world waiting to be explored. Calling me and waiting for me. and sometimes it's as if it is a pathway. You can walk on it, and you turn the corner and disappear into the world that you've always dreamed of...
I love the rain. I love it drop in the palm of my hand and on my eyel