A Rainy Day

Air becomes a cold whisper that creeps up into the fabric of your clothes and numbs your fingers. Wind comes like a sequel to the cold undertone, stirring up Air for what is to come.

Dried up leaves skip and swirl across the ground and into Air, then dive back down and dissolve into crinkly noises. Clouds come in like a patchwork quilt across the sky, until it is a single color of gray-blue-white with a soft cold gloss.

Greens and browns become brighter and darker, their rich warmth overcoming the cold. A few icy drops fall from the sky and splash into the cracks of gray pavement. More come down on earth, falling like hundreds of liquid comets. They splash onto the ground and dance on everything they touch, slipping and soaking into clothes, skin and eyelashes.

Harder and harder they pound, trying to break through to the warm center of earth. Grass sparkles like a field of diamonds on emerald turf. Like a sigh the sky draws its breath and mist unravels from the liquid sky. Earth is soaked to the bones. Air is clear cold and fresh.