scattered sheets of paper in the wind; [ x ]
"All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage." —— JOHN WATSON, "The Five Orange Pips"
pitter patter shriek and shatter bruised and battered --- clink and clatter.
the rain, like
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in the night. one after another, never resting, never relenting.
the pipe burns and the smoke collects. he stares, eyes hardened like great big boulders of the oldest stone -- he is not in the mood for visitors.
and yet here is one now.
