g's world

I was trodding in the pathway, lonely as my heart, murmuring to myself, my own thoughts, Autumn leaves were strewn and the floor was cold, the sky was pale like an old man's beard. The trees seemed dark in their own dream worlds, the breeze was mellow and fresh like pine. when I looked up to the sky surrounded by clouds, it seemed hazy and about to rain. True to my feelings, it started to pour, tiny drops at first, glistening like pearl, under the rarest rays of the young sun. Heavier it seemed to become, fatter drops of rain,drenching my soul, cold and refreshing, they fell on to my head, made their way from strands of black hair, to my chin like dusk.And suddenly they dropped, rapid with a heavy plonk, landed safely on to my clothes, soaking them with joy. From the sky they raced, more and more, heavier and heavier, happier and happier, millions fell to the ground forming tiny puddles,many on the trees, on the lonely bench, on the electric wires, and a f