The city of golden sun rays and white shores it was. I always woke up to an amazing view of the sea. Today was different. A brooding cloud, as large as Russa itself, hung low on the city of Gold Coast. I sat by my bed and stared at the view.
The colors were dimmed and the sea was suddenly calm. I could hear the howl of the wind through my almost opened window. Then it began, the sorrowful song of the gloomy grey cloud. Its tears knocked my windonw in a constant beat. The droplets hung dearly on the glass before sliding away.
The room was filled with a queer smell, it was light just like the droplets and cold just like the wind. It was as if I was wrapped in a cloud myself. The room had another feel, I was detached from the world. I felt calmness seep into me, the melody of an anguished sky playing outside.
I loved the rain, it washed me away into peaceful numbness.