I stood at the barn door, pressing my head lightly into it's comforting embrace. I listened to the pitter patter of rain softly bouncing on the roof and sheltered from its cold tears.
Slowly the sky turned from a meek, grey blur, of heavey clouds into darkness, which teased my vision of the Lonesome paddocks.
As the grey night extended the smooth breeze began to increase becoming a whistling howl. As it did the long blades of grass swayed and danced to it's beat.
It was time for me to leave, and begin the long trek back home in the freezing rain. But, I would be greeted with a roasting fire and a warm cup of heavenly hot chocolate. I stepped out from the cosy sanctuary my barn offered me and trudged into the looming darkness, through the paddocks allowing the grass to entangle its wispy blades around my legs as an attempt to keep me from deserting it in the angry rainstorm ahead.
