Yesterday the sun was a melting, lemonade yellow.
As the sun went down.
The clouds started to take the color of treat pink.
However I don't see the same.
What I once saw it's gone.
Now it's motionless.
The bark of the tree is a wet, dark brown.
All leaves from the tree are wet spattered on the ground like glass that has fallen. The same exact color.
The clouds map over the sky white.
The cold is wind hit full force on the face.
Feeling but feeling less.
Like a disease not appearing but destroying inside vanquishing all that was once good.

Old man winter could not create such a scene nor any other season.
Mother nature
shares no reason for her creation.
It is the rain without sight.