My Rainy Dreams
Just at night… when the rain was dancing on the street and the wind was singing its high pitch song, she was just lying on the bed thinking of nothing. Nothing… nothing came to mind. The darker tones of the night where luring her to go to the Dreamland. The grey sky cover with an orange motives of invisible in that rainy night moon were looking through her curtains calmly whispering a lullaby. Yet she still hasn’t been sleeping. Everything was a reminder about sleep and night and dreams, but she was still awake.
And the time was passing and her heart was beating with the clock. With her opened eyes looking and the mute and thoughtless wall she fixed her sight on the barely visible photos.
“Good night”, - she said.
And with the smile on her face she listened to the whispers of the darkness. And with a calming although stormy lullaby she started sleeping dreaming of the rain.