- When the skies darken, you can sometimes feel the air inhale; you too, take a deep breathe and the share the energy trapped in your lungs.
- All is still, waiting, knowing not what the sky will leave in its wake.
- Thunder rumbles in the distance greeting you as an old friend.
- There is a soft sound of rain, growing stronger, faster. Hitting the rooftops, pattering upon the leaves, its fall has a lyrical cadence.
- Wind whistles past, quick to greet you and quicker yet to dance away into unknowns.
- At night you look up, watching as the sky comes alight above you. Perhaps angry, or joyful, or proud; the clouds lack nothing of passions.
- Windows open a breeze flows past with lingering touches of petrichor, roses, magic.
- Softness spreads. Birdsong rings out, gentle first yet stronger each second, greeting the coming change of time.
- The air exhales.
- You have held your breath for so long. The magic passes with the storm, but its power lingers.
- Like rain unto Earth, it soaked into your pores and flows through your bloodstream.
- Feel the clouds break. Let the sun warm your skin.
- Breathe in.
YOU ARE READING
The Do's and Don'ts of Writing a Story
HumorFor all you amateur writers on Wattpad that want to write a smashing book. Here are the top tips. There are four different sections in here: PLOT - anything incredibly relevant to a book. The backbone. Everything that, usually, you always need. LANG...
