His Rainy Paradise Read Count : 6

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I lie awake in my bed, the night had already fallen.


The rain continued it's attack against the Earth, for it seemed like it would never end.


I enioyed the sound, light tapping against the ever aging bricks. 


I rised up from my bed, the floor was cold on my feet and I closed my eyes as I yawned.


Opening my eyes, I was seemingly transported to a new landscape. 


The rain was attacking me, instead. It was a soothing feeling against my skin.


A barrage of raindrops continued their journey downwards.


The ground was concrete, yet very smooth and flat. 


I could hear the noise of rain hitting the concrete, it seemed to echo loudly. 


The area I inhabited was very ooen, yet incredibly dark.


A light shined on me, for it was well above my head and I could not make out it's origin.


The rain was hitting my lenses and I took them off and held them in my hand, spreading my arms as the rain had fallen upon me.


I adored the rain, the smooth feeling of it escaping down my skin.


I awoke from my trance, away from my paradise of water. 


I longed to return to my paradise.


I longed to be with the rain.

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  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Great work πŸ¦‹very picturesque πŸ¦‹πŸ¦‹πŸ™

    Apr 17, 2019

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