photo by @wakeupkitty
I strolled down the street
Under the torrential downpour
It was the perfect moment for me
To display my outburst without being caught
I cried my eyes out
As I moved aimlessly the streets with no direction
I found solace in the Autumn rain
Which cried with me
And washed away my tears
Like scales falling off the serpent's skin
It fell off my eyes uncontrollably
I saw leaves scattered about
Yes, on the body of water which the rain deposited
These leaves must have been hurled to the ground
Due to the wind before the downpour
I noticed the leaves were of two segments
The yellowish and brownish
The yellowish were almost plucked down
Because they couldn't withstand the pressure
Although they weren't too weak or aged
Whilst the brownish came down because it had finished it's mission
So it couldn't stay no longer
Had to pave way for the you get generation
Nature just taught me a lesson
And I felt it
Grandma was the only family I've got
She was mirror
I could only see through her
But then
The pressures came piling up
She couldn't stand it
Still in her yellowish era
She gave up
Still agile and able, she was hurled down
I watched her die
Without seeing her only family scale through
The Autumn has passed its message
I guess it will now end distinctively
