Was getting dark-greyish-blue.
Clouds were getting heavy.
Everyone, heading their way home.
Blue-birds, looking for a place to hide under.

Every wheeler were stuck in the jam.
Tall-green-trees, began to shed their leaves.
The street-shops were set to shut.
Aroma of the browny-soil spreaded all over.

The icy-cold air making my hair dance.
Started humming melodious-songs in the head.
Was craving for a delicious-dish.
Felt walking in the paradise.

And then, it began to rain.







© janitha