looking up you see raindrops.
only raindrops.
sounds of ticking clocks as they fall down.
the gray, angsty sky crying frigid teardrops.
the air, bringing the odd, nostalgic scent of pure emerald fields, reminding you of the freedom you once had.
you want to feel that again...
you let your body breathe again.
your mind is unplugged.
your head raised up high and eyes shut, shutting out the world, the noises, the fake promises, the hate, the bad habits.
it's just you and the sky.
you and the fresh, stubborn wind.
you and frigid, whimsical drops that tickle your body.
as they do your soul feels liberated, reckless.
and you smile, as your heart is filled with an emotion long forgotten.
