❝𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈, 𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈.❞
A wild place meant for the trovaille discovery of writing.We live in a huge world, but small things make it beautiful.
Appreciating them and more...
"As usual another day in this quarantine maze.." I thought to myself as i sat at the edge of the granite step of my balcony resting my head on the grill, with a book on my lap...
Mysteriously, the blazing sun had begun to calm down. Mr.Sun is always blindingly bright since the summer started and God knows where does he draw this energy from.. My prime suspect for the cause of his energy is caffeine... I smiled to myself...
I stared at the terrace of the luxurious house that lay in front of my eyes. Its tiles exhausted and dry from the scorching sun of the mornings.
The sky, as i shifted my eyes to see it, had clouds, bouncing and loitering around in the sky... Its edges outlined by the golden sun rays, beaming out of the gaps..
Flocks of the same feathers, flapped against the golder rays, with a leader to guide, they flew away to safe haven. The one roof of the world, sky, seemed to be shy today... She hid behind the clouds, peeping from here and there.
The Sun too, didn't show his presence, but his rays paid a visit to my eyes, stretching across the chasms between the clouds and disappearing into the whites and reaching out, back into my eyes...
The transition of the day had begun....
Blinding sunlight on the hot summer May day, transformed into golden rays, calm and serene..
I rested my head on the warm rail of the balcony grill and looked at the light grey floor of the terrace.
*PLOP*
A spot of dark grey tinge appeared on the floor. The sky rumbled, the sound filling the silent air.
*PLOP. PLOP. PLOP!*
The spot had now turned into a patch and slowly, the floor started to come under the reign of this dark shade.
A drop of water hit right against my parted lashes, bringing them together in their magic of cohesion.
Just in the blink of an eye, came down a billion drops of water in high speed, covering the terrace floor with its moisture, cooling of its heat.
As the strong winds blew in the, the straight falling drops, wavered like the mind of a young dreamer, as the sky now turned into a shade of greyish-white, blank like a canvas.
The speed of the raindrops hitting the ground, like rubatosis of a confessing heart,like the thoughts, a million thoughts that rush through the author's mind.
Each leaf, every branch and all little blades of grass, and every petal, weren't crushed down by the speed, it was kissed, kissed gently by love of nature.
The weather was turbulently lovely...
A sudden recession in the procession of the winds, a slow down in the speed. A kiss much more gentle.
The storm like winds danced through the voids of the empty atmosphere, transforming into cool breezes, softly..
The sun didn't choose to come out but slowly set away, silently, as it tip-toed down the horizon.
As the rays departed, the clouds decided to ward away, the loneliness of the sky, embracing her in warm hug, warding away the coldness from their embrace, to the earth, down.
The burst of the rain, now nourished every place it dropped on, there was calm melody of sizzles of the drops hitting against the prevalent layer of water, the thin layer of moisture seeping into the grounds, on the soil, whose fragrance filled the chambers of my nose.
Drops of water clinging onto the grills, transparent, let me view the darkness of the sky...
This darkness wasn't fearful, nor was it a old and dull darkness. A unique and soothing darkness.. A greyish -lavender tinge...
As i lost myself to it, a streak of bright lightning pierced through the sky, lighting my orbs from the side.
Like golden scars, a series of these piercing streaks ran down the sky like ornaments, decorating it in different directions...
Frills of leaves dancing to the wind like a feather, drops of water hanging down its tip, the leave holding on to it tightly like a bittersweet memory...
A rumble made my heart jump....A rumble in the sky, that resonated in my ears..
As my cheeks rested on the once warm, now cold rails, I glided my fingers along the cold rails, feeling the cold drops on my fingers run smoothly down them, glazing my nails, giving them a new shine.
My elbows resting on the wall, that were damp and had a comforting touch... A cold wave spread over my body...
My fingers stop to pick a drop of it in my hand, getting down softly on to my finger like the tip of the toes of a ballerina and spirals its way down the tip of my finger.
As the sound of sirimiri continued to whisper secrets of melodies into my ears, I listened to her endless thoughts...
As I listened to her, I tried to collect a drop again... The almost night sky, now had twinkling stars in it, who burned for a billion years with perseverance, reaching out to our eyes, now....
The tiny drop, jumped onto my finger and stayed still... Just like the silence and solitude...
Still, clear and pure....
Through the small clear drop resting on my nail, my eyes parred further through its transparency to discover, a whole new world........
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_______________________________________________ Author's note: Long time, no updates... Thanks to all who read this! Idk.. This idea just plopped in my brain like those rain drops.. Just as I was processing them, I underwent a sudden wave of memory loss😂 due to which you got this piece of.... Piece of work! Do let me know your feedbacks and vote if you like it! Take care and lob yoo alll!!💖 Toodles!
