#xiaron

>You sigh and lay back on the grass, staring up at the sky as the rain poured over you. You knew in your head what this strange new land was called, and you whispered it to yourself. "Land of Birds and Rain," you sighed, watching the birds of your land fly overhead. The land had a wonderfully gray back light to it. The birds overhead were of varying sizes, each of them emitting a unique trilling call. You sighed, feeling the muddy ground soak the back of your clothing to the skin. It felt oddly calming, though you knew you would regret it later. But for now, you were content to stare at the gray sky and watch the rain put spots on your glasses.