The rain fell softly on a late summer afternoon with an air of almost sleepy sadness.
2006-09-13 15:03:57 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
It fit the mood I was in. Lazy,tired, not wanting to do anything. I decided to take a nap.
2006-09-13 15:18:53 · answer #1 · answered by almo 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I like your line!
...the rain fell softy on a late summer afternoon with an air of almost sleepy sadness.. a lone bird called softly in the distance.. a breeze ruffled through the tall grass, and flirted with the flowers.. A moment.. a time to reflect.. stills the cascading rushing of life..
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or maybe.. the rain fell softly on a late summer afternoon with an air of almost sleepy sadness,, the wind ruffled the grass of the prairie.. where long ago so many had passed..
2006-09-13 22:20:52 · answer #2 · answered by flowerchilde 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
As I lay there under my red and green tamoshan I watched the patterns made by the falling rain drops on my bedside window. I wondered why some drops always took the same path down the glass. Why, I pondered, do some follow the leader and others stray from the well marked path? My eyes were still filled with sleep debris when the sound of the alarm clock burst into my thoughts. Reaching over to punch Harry in the ribbs I found to my sudden amazement that Harry was dead. He was stiff as a board, and cold to the touch. The mattress on his side of the bed was wet and, darn, so was part of my tee shirt. Someone in my bedroom was screaming the loudest scream I ever heard. Then I realized that it was me.
2006-09-13 22:21:22 · answer #3 · answered by zahbudar 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I looked out of the window on the Tuesday afternoon. I turned on the television, I turned the volume down to enjoy the 'prickle' sound each rain drop gave. I turned off the TV and started reading my book. Then I heard a knock at the door.
2006-09-13 22:08:08 · answer #4 · answered by Ryry 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
The sultry aptitude of that day will forever stand out in my mind: the weeping willows seemed to beckon me with a whisper that promised my love's return... but I knew the promises to be false, so I turned my attentions to the smells of the sweet barbecue I'd prepared... that, and a few beers helped to numb the pain.
2006-09-13 22:14:02 · answer #5 · answered by cherodman4u 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
But the rain turned out to be contaminated, and caused me so much madness.
2006-09-13 22:18:17 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
The heavens are crying I think to myself as I look at the raindroplets roll down my window pane.
2006-09-13 22:16:27 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
then he killed himself
2006-09-13 22:13:38 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋