The Caribbean Sea

The music of the waves was enchanting. The gray clouds were darkening her skies over the Caribbean sea. Warm, bubbly waves were touching her feet. It was an invitation. Her thoughts followed her feet to the sea. She was at last free.

Stories from Rain

Stories from rain, didn't purify my thoughts. I was still waiting for it to happen. I knew it was close, so close that I almost see it happening.

It nibbled deep down inside. I had to let it go. I opened the window, felt the chilling wind first touching my face then caressing my hair. I closed my eyes to the world outside. But it continued to exist there.