12.2.2013.

The rain came down and the birds flew to the hidden worlds where they rested against the earth as their pathways were shaken. I watched them fly, feeling the tinge and tingle of a whispered shiver. It was cold now. Though the rain brought and ease in the barrage of winter winds, its gray drops brought the darkness with them. All around, clouds sprang into being like new mountains looming long and tall above the world. I closed my eyes as the gray thunder pounded down. The world was washing away with the light. I didn't want to see it go.