Time was rather patient, there was nowhere to run but your eyes onlooked
a marathon
Her voice wavered over the wind mute, it was like she told nature a secret
and I couldn’t read lips
The petrichor scent from the rain flooded our noses, she was capable of
making nature cry, we had to accommodate the downpour of tears
The sun was faint as it almost set over the warm horizon signaling the end
of its shift
The flowers were as they danced and swayed effortlessly to the whistles of
the wind
It was a sight to behold, the wonder in my eyes permeated through the
entirety of my body
But it was a sight to forget as the scenery was always so repetitively
unchanging
A painting from a diligent artist but a blink always changed the perception
I couldn’t help but admire the beauty although it was trivial and subjective
I felt the lines that outline a fingerprint contact my fingers as these two blue
eyes froze my being
She undid the strap of the umbrella and the roof provided proved the night
much younger than it was
“Do you want to watch the rain today”
I was speechless rather still frozen but how could I refuse those ocean
eyes that drown me
The rain was merciless, the flowers looked overpowered as they were bent
out of shape and the ripping of roots were like someone digging for
treasure
The wind scattered the plants in all directions, they all looked so alone
flying away from each other
Her eyes were that of statue, she had seen this happen all before, it
resurfaced emotions she froze
The sweatiness of my hand influenced the umbrella to slip from my grasp
and the rain briefly fell on us, I didn’t feel a thing
The silence was overbearing, I could no longer hear the rain drops, the
wind howls, we were only silhouettes in a painting

She whispered what looked to be her final words and the rain stopped and
the clouds dispersed
She departed and disappeared; I must have made her up, yet I never heard
the real her
I’ll have to remember to bring an umbrella next time, Surely, I will see her
again
I wonder what her secret is that makes nature heed her voice