The night forest

The wind whistling through the trees 

The soft green grass swaying, 

The night birds whistle in the dark 

You need to start the communication before the wind takes control. 

Sitting in the trees, waiting for a shooting star to pass 

Not knowing how far it can go 

Seconds are passing but not knowing how long it will go for 

One hour feels like an eternity. 

The first drop of rain then the rainfall coming down, trying to seek shelter, running home, but you left the key quickly through the back gate.

Inside, snuggled under my warm, heightened blanket and listening to the thunder and the rain wall, you slowly closing your eyes.