othing can be heardexcept the quiet sound of the cricket singing its song and the raindrumming on the ground. The pitter-patter of the rain falling is like analmost silent beat played on a drum. The birds have all left this quietstreet. Our neighbors can be seen closing the windows across the street asif they are shutting away from the rest of the world.
A small rodent creepsacross the sidewalk, almost waiting to be swallowed up by the ever sogrowing force of the beating rain. A waterfall falls down the streetcreating puddles. The kids across the street emerge from their locked uphouse wearing bright yellow rain jackets and big yellow boots. I see themjumping and laughing in puddles. I open my window as if to talk to them,but breathe in the crisp air instead. Cold, moist air beats past my face.Order now
It feels as though winter is coming. I taste the bitterness of the air onmy tongue. I can smell the wet grass on my lawn down below me. A fall ofmany leaves comes to an end, like a joyful day coming to a close.