The dark clouds have moved themselves in… The pronoun is persistent and remains…
And slowly, one by one, the raindrops, find their way down.
The evil grin of the dark clouds laughs at us with an unbelievable power.
The wind blows, and pushes us a little, and then a lot. The extra comma MOCKS US!
The rain comes harder now. Beating the ground relentlessly.
Harder still, the wind blows.
And the intoxicated smile from the clouds shows me the violent intentions of his actions.
He releases his anger upon me and the land and the land around me.
I can’t help but take a deep breath and smile at the violent beauty before my eyes.