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.


  • Apr 16, 2019

  • Apr 17, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

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

    Apr 17, 2019

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