Outside

Sitting by the window

Looking to your sketch book

Another drawing to your dreams

Another letter to your silent means

The words become cloudy

And the lines new, drip like rain

They fall, and hit your window

To end the night that to soon began

As the book is filled with thoughts

Your eyes move to the foggy scene outside.

Black skies covered in an array of blue and yellow from the lightning clawing its way from cloud to cloud to

The rain making its free fall escapes before being shocked

charges to the ground and shatters one by one.

The wind screams and calls for the rain to stop never the less the rain speeds faster and faster, hard and harder to the ground, the wind spins grey to the sky in anger, destroying everything the ground was, becomes black and charges towards your window.

The trees horrified by the screeching, lingering echos of the wind cover their ears bending over, sheilding their eyes in the pain of the scene but, hiding do the trees no good soon the power of the echos breaks the trees and their leaves shiver And there branches shatter and fall like water crashing to rocks.