Howl of The Wind

Green long grass, dances in the wind.
Flowers bob around.
The skies are filled with rain clouds.
The wind makes a whistling sound.

It blows all day.
Shaking, rattling.
The sodden ground, soaks the shoes.
The cold bites the skin.

Trampled grass stays flat.
And the dim light of the day, seeps through windows.
Fires are lit indoors.
Sounds of the life outside, carry on.

Trickled drops of rain, leave streaks on the panes of glass.
October has settled in.
Warm clothes by the fireside.
Glimpse through to the outside.

Sitting reading a book,
fires burning brightly.
The October Skies kill the day.
But you are dry.

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