Your Last Day on EarthA summer rain is always like this; a light drizzle accompanied by an enchanting tune due to the cold drops hitting the surface of the world, not to forget the addicting smell of wet grass and rain-soaked earth filling the air.
A transparent vinyl umbrella he held lightly on his hand, but to open it he can't find the need to; to block the waterway to his face would break the mood induced around him, anyway. He bared his face forward to the ever changing skies. Cloudy and gray as it is now, he felt inside him a love for it doesn't change even a tiny bit.
Someone said, when you see the vast blue skies, you can always feel the urge for an adventure.
He ran a long run towards a path near a fountain inside the park, a breathtaking one to empty his now wrinkled lungs in a few minutes. He threw himself with his last ounce of strength to the soft, grassy ground, resulting in his clothes to be dirty all over. He rolled his body to positions his eyes to face a pale facade of the scenery of