The Wind
The Wind
It’s a dark night
I hear the whistling
through the trees
“Pitter patter” the sound of the rain falling
I closed all the windows and all the doors
I can still hear the rustling of the leaves
on the ground
It is Fall my favorite season of all
A chilly windy rainy night in mid-September
The wind sounds like wolves howling or like spirits who make noise at night after dark when the spirit world is closest to this world.
Copyright © Ayesha Karim | Year Posted 2013
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