Inundated By The Dark Waters

The coldness hanging in the air is almost tangible right now. It as if it procured the talent for biting, gnawing human skin.
The incessant storms and rain these couple of days finally let up in the afternoon, and the sun after being run off from its rightful place during this bleary period, shyly, almost tentatively started to show its presence again, but what a poor show it was.

Bitter sweet languidness curtained the atmosphere.

Creatures of the two legged species, together with their four legged counterparts, slowly emerged dazed and confused back into this freshly washed world from each of their habitats. ( I would like too add here sometimes you will come across certain variety of these two legged ones, and you might find it difficult to tell them apart from their four legged cousins, as both might possess the same soulless vessels. So beware as you trudge among those empty vessels, lest they be jealous of your possession of that coveted spirit, they might even try to break yours, shattering it to a thousand pieces. )

Dusk approached, and the earth held its breath, desiring, hoping it will not be suffocated yet again by the strong grasps of the horizon's dark waters. The vengeance of the sky was too deep in noxiousness.

While they are many who might disagree, saying she is old as time and could bear these heavy inundations, earth is still a spirited young woman trying like you and me to catch that elusive almost invisible largess of the heavens called hope.