The Rain

The head was so heavy, The hands and the mind, were not idle. A sound, made his hands free. Some smell, calmed his mental activity.

He felt something, beyond the wood. He opened the door, to see what it is. His sweat, got washed off as he did it. A scene of grey and green, made his sight wider. It was at this moment, he had a ball in life. After becoming alive, He went back, to his Never-ending routine.