Communication – 7
The cloud thinned, allowing sun to pour into the gloom, as it thickened elsewhere, driving hard spots of rain onto the windows, droplets that run in trickles like the tears on my face. Then the rain ceased, the grey clouds ripped, tore, blew away, revealing blue sky, thin white clouds and golden light.
© Freya Pickard 2013
Tags: aros, clouds, communication, freya pickard, light, rain, stone, sun, tears, windows
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15 January, 2013 at 3:11 pm
I just knew the sunlight would return eventually
It had too!
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16 January, 2013 at 1:58 am
Despite the heaviness- sunshine sometimes peaks through.
22 January, 2013 at 8:40 pm
Sometime simple smiles can brighten a winter’s day.