Rainy October's Day

On a cool rainy autumn's afternoon i sit beneath an old maple tree accompanied with a sketch book and a pencil which caresses the page as if a fallen leaf upon a pond of water. The rain around me begins to pick up, yet i remain seated not the slightest bothered at the cold rain splashing on my forehead. my pencil with a slow steady motion unmoved by the cold fills out what my heart is screaming yet my mouth mutes. The wind blows around me as if i am in the center of a whirl wind. The wind blows through my hair as if it senses the heart of my art. My eyes never once glance from the sketch, just follows my hand which holds my pencil that waltzes across the page. The day turns to dusk as the storm surrounding reaches climax and yet i remain still as my heart continues to relate itself to my hand and to the page. When the last of my heart is rested upon the page on the sketchbook i delicately tear the drawing out from the sketchbook and then set it down. I slowly walk into the down pouring rain, the remaining dryness i held snatched within moments if not sooner. The wind and rain encircle me like a whirlpool but instead of pulling me down it pulls me up the wind and water whipping across my face. My sketch where i poured all those hopes, all those dreams, all those memories .. and then it was gone.. As the wind snatched my sketch i fall to the ground, i slowly get to my feet and look up to the clouds dispersing above me. The sun rises from the east and warming up my face, as I walk down the road to embrace a new day.