Living on a hill, our house and the rest of the the houses on the neighborhood are the most impacted by any storm. The steel like drops of rain pound our roofs, causing everyone inside to hear. I hear a loud thud of lightning. I hear my parents start to wake up across the hall, and then they become quiet. I toss and turn, before I get up, putting on a large black sweatshirt. I unhook the charger from my phone on my bedside table, and proceed to place it in the right pocket of my sweatshirt, where I always keep my headphones. I walk outside of my room and go down the stairs. I put on a jacket, and slip my feet into a beaten up pair of vans.
I open my door, and walk outside. After a few minutes of walking and feeling the rain running through my face, I start to run. The raindrops come down faster, and they feel as sharp as knives on my face. I’m still on the long sidewalk in the neighborhood, but after a few minutes I reach the main road where a large lake is on the side. I continue to run, and feel the rain that pounds my shoulders.
I’m only a few more minutes away from mountains. I keep running until I see the dark green grass under my feet. I go through the trail and sit up on one of the mountains overlooking, the many ones underneath it, water flowing around each one, dissolving into a lake.
It is still dark, but it is getting lighter. I take out my headphones and phone, and proceed to plug them into my phone. The little music icon opens up, and I select the shuffle option. The sound of piano and countless violins overflow into my ears, and the rain keeps pounding. The piano and violins become louder, and the rain stops but yet the sound of the drops keep pelting against my ears.
It is all I can hear.
The song changes to a slow piano solo, and the sound of the rain pelting against my ears becomes lower. The music remains in my ears for a few more minutes before stopping. I breathe in and look directly in the water.
I feel calm and at peace. I am no longer restless.
I open my door, and walk outside. After a few minutes of walking and feeling the rain running through my face, I start to run. The raindrops come down faster, and they feel as sharp as knives on my face. I’m still on the long sidewalk in the neighborhood, but after a few minutes I reach the main road where a large lake is on the side. I continue to run, and feel the rain that pounds my shoulders.
I’m only a few more minutes away from mountains. I keep running until I see the dark green grass under my feet. I go through the trail and sit up on one of the mountains overlooking, the many ones underneath it, water flowing around each one, dissolving into a lake.
It is still dark, but it is getting lighter. I take out my headphones and phone, and proceed to plug them into my phone. The little music icon opens up, and I select the shuffle option. The sound of piano and countless violins overflow into my ears, and the rain keeps pounding. The piano and violins become louder, and the rain stops but yet the sound of the drops keep pelting against my ears.
It is all I can hear.
The song changes to a slow piano solo, and the sound of the rain pelting against my ears becomes lower. The music remains in my ears for a few more minutes before stopping. I breathe in and look directly in the water.
I feel calm and at peace. I am no longer restless.
I sit at my piano, unable to do anything but look outside the window and notice the storm that is brewing outside. The sky is gray, filled with fog and smoke rising from a small fire near the woods. Corners of the sun start to flow out from the sides of the fog.
Bees buzz, and the drilling sound becomes louder as one of the bees comes near my window. Looking down, my eyes trail to the black keys and my right finger plays a high note. I press it slow at first, but then push it down hard, letting a loud sound occur. The sound, though loud, is dim. The dullness echoes through the entire living room.
The television broadcasts the same talk show, and the trees continue to shake hazardly, as if they are warning the rest of the town of some kind of an omen. A butterfly zooms into my window, buzzes loudly, and it proceeds to fall down quickly. Fragileness does not last long here.
I keep my doors and windows locked in case someone decides to trespass.
The sky still roars, and the wind contributes to its maddening curse. Night has decided to haunt me early, tonight. I step off of the piano chair and place myself onto the couch. Looking back to the window, I notice a streetlight brightly burning. Sparks fly from underneath the post, and they shine straight into my window.
The day is definitely a mystery.
My eyes glance to my window, and I see the fallen down butterfly, with both its wings ripped off. Beside the butterfly, I see a torn note and a broken locket. The note reads “we have lost.” The locket contains no image. The light from the street light burns brightly, and it reaches my window, flooding my room with light.
As if on cue, wind blows and shakes the trees. The trees continue to move around, and the sky turns to a darker shade of blue. I see half of the moon come out from the side of the tree and the light from the streetlight become brighter.
The moon and the streetlight intercept, and they send a beam of light to my window. I find a smile enter the corners of my face, and I lie down on the couch.
The original darkness became bright.
Bees buzz, and the drilling sound becomes louder as one of the bees comes near my window. Looking down, my eyes trail to the black keys and my right finger plays a high note. I press it slow at first, but then push it down hard, letting a loud sound occur. The sound, though loud, is dim. The dullness echoes through the entire living room.
The television broadcasts the same talk show, and the trees continue to shake hazardly, as if they are warning the rest of the town of some kind of an omen. A butterfly zooms into my window, buzzes loudly, and it proceeds to fall down quickly. Fragileness does not last long here.
I keep my doors and windows locked in case someone decides to trespass.
The sky still roars, and the wind contributes to its maddening curse. Night has decided to haunt me early, tonight. I step off of the piano chair and place myself onto the couch. Looking back to the window, I notice a streetlight brightly burning. Sparks fly from underneath the post, and they shine straight into my window.
The day is definitely a mystery.
My eyes glance to my window, and I see the fallen down butterfly, with both its wings ripped off. Beside the butterfly, I see a torn note and a broken locket. The note reads “we have lost.” The locket contains no image. The light from the street light burns brightly, and it reaches my window, flooding my room with light.
As if on cue, wind blows and shakes the trees. The trees continue to move around, and the sky turns to a darker shade of blue. I see half of the moon come out from the side of the tree and the light from the streetlight become brighter.
The moon and the streetlight intercept, and they send a beam of light to my window. I find a smile enter the corners of my face, and I lie down on the couch.
The original darkness became bright.