Rickety Wooden Dock

Clear as a mirror
atmosphere dreary and somber
calm and peaceful
on an old rickety dock

i sit and ponder,
chipped paint. rusty nails
the wood old and brittle
creaking beneath me
sky is gloomy and grey

trees reflect on the water with beauty

the lake is as clear as a mirror

Foggy mist on the surface

i take it all in with a deep breath

inhale.. exhale..

Rain drops begin to make ripples

getting bigger and bigger

Orange and red leaves fall to the ground, soon to be crunchy and brown the rain hits my face

Nature's perfections i embrace, dripping down my nose and cheeks hiding all of my tears, and the signs of my fears, of growing up and life, all the things id sacrifice Black clouds roll in,
a storm soon begins, dark shades of grey fill the sky, the rain becomes heavier, thunder rolls with boldness, Lightning bolts lights up the sky, dancing in every way, Dissapearing and fading away, The Sky clears up, and the rain stops. Drops of water falling from the leaves above.
drip, drip, drip, into the lake it falls. I get up and leave.

............Just like the storm.