I walked down the road silently. A tall wirefence stretched past me. Its green wires were torn and tattered, the bare metal exposed and rusted. They stood criss-crossed, unmoving as the wind whistled past them. Traffic was quick and blaring. The red and yellow light streaked past me, bright and blazing beneath a howling sky. The trees rustled nervously.
The yellowed pavement was first dotted by a few wet splotches. Then the wind whipped harder, and the pavement was soon swept away in a darkened gray. Leaves were swirling in the air, pulled by the frivalous tails of the wind. The proud green crowns of the trees drooped and trembled in the torrent, their trunks a heavy brown of shame.
In the silver sheets of rain I stood wide-eyed and wet, watching the world dance in darkened expression and abandon emotion.
