It comes in short powerful bursts. As if the wind was punching the city, banging against my windows and whistling those eerie sounds through my doors. It fades away as quickly as it comes barging in. Toying with my imagination and creeping me out.
The rain falls sideways, as if spinning with the earth, propelled by the winds. Horizontal droplets that are almost like pellets hurling themselves against my windows. And they all disappear too, just as quickly as they came.
The sun plays peekaboo behind the clouds. Or are those clouds messing with my head hiding and revealing the sun as they please?
I am in awe of the power, relentless, unyielding and unforgiving. The cold creeping into the stitches of my past and causing me pain.
