WinterWinter.It is dark, cold, breezy - the rain's everywhere, and the roofs are leaking from their peaks. Water drips down - drip, drip, drip. The sound of the gutter is heard from the bedroom.Darkness swells, invades the room. The lights are off. The wail of the wind blusters through the flyscreen. Everyone shivers. The silence is eerie. The crows outside ruffle themselves, sending the tiny raindrops into the air again.Clouds offer a distant land. Rain starts again, softly pattering on the veranda. The sound is comforting.The wind wails in chorus.Darkness falls closer. Pavements smell humid, yet fresh, as the tiny raindrops pour down.Everyone can hear the atmosphere. It's everywhere - in every nook and cranny, in every little corner of the room. Its intentions are cold, and grey.The crackling fire doesn't help. The sun is non-existent.Fingers trace patterns on the fogged windows, and outside is just the same as inside - dark, cold and breezy.But that's winter.
I Wish I Was a CloudI wish I was a cloud,a million miles from earth.Picking up the squalling winds,rewinding to my birth.I'd be the home for water,as the sun gives me strength.And I would know no sadness, no sorrow,no thing except time's length.I'd be weightless, careless,I wouldn't give a damn.Horizons upon beautiful horizons,the morn' would be my lamb.I'd see skies painted red and gold,shades of orange, pink and blue.The sun would be the artist -he'd even paint me too.Lying on the grass I seethe clouds drifting by.They look like fluffy marshmallows,covering the sky.When a cloud passes over land,does it see the view I see?or does it simply wave hello,if that's possible to be?The earth might be a trophy,that the clouds may protect.The seas might be a coachto the clouds they ressurect.I wish I was a cloud,my life would be adventure.But no cloud would ever notice,that her world needs a cure.