The Bus Ride Home

The Whistling rain, The howling trees, The air blow softly against my face, I feel it near… The crying girl, The sleeping kid, The fear swept across my face, I feel it near… As I slowly step onto the grass, I feel the breeze more rampant across my brow, Looking north wondering which way to go, I feel it near… Eyeing the street watching slowly as a vehicle passes near, I feel the puddle flash briskly across my face, With noone near I screech out a sigh of pain, I feel it near… Then all of a sudden out of nowhere I hear a wind, A wind so wild and bellowing near, I start to move without my own force to hold me to the ground, I lift slowly at first then more wildly as I try to tare free, It’s here.Any and all I am 17 and I'm trying to better my writing style, from a free write to something more...i cant really explain it Written August 29th, 2001 © on Aug 29 2001 03:39 PM PST   0 • 9