![]() Hillside ValleyA Poem by Popdragons![]() A short imagery piece about a hillside valley during a fall rain storm. Enjoy! Feedback and comments are greatly welcomed! (:![]() The rain drizzled down as the blackness of night lingered over the hillside, pushing the sorbet colors of the late Autumn sunset over the far end of the mountains and valley. Bird's songs turn to whispers of the past, as mice scurry into the forest to find warmth and comfort, and deer quietly disappear into the shadows of the wood. The trees shivered lightly as their branches creaked in the heavy wind. The hillside was eerie but calm as the rain picked up speed and shape. It came down like arrows in lines, and shot through the warmth that had happily filled the hillside earlier in the day. It was now bitter and cold. The village in the valley was motionless.
Movement had seized to exist. The narrow dirt roads were silent as the light brown dust turned to a mushy mud in the wake of the rain. The houses were still. Some had light flickers of candle light shining through windows and others were completely dark. It seemed like a shy quiet, the type where you feel like words should be spoken but none are. The village was dead tonight with good reason. A storm was upon the small town. Apparently they weren't unknowing. © 2013 PopdragonsAuthor's Note
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