When the Wind Grows Still

I am walking through a deep grassy field; the sun is beaming

Nature is at one with itself and others

I am hot, puzzled by the skies punishment of angled sunlight

It kills my skin to feel the heat along with the rays

Then out of nowhere I feel wind

It's a deep dramitic gust that flushes all my worries and pain away

Can it be rain?

How long will this last?

Will it carry me through this field until I can find shade?

Gusts of wind engulf my skin like water when you dive in a lake

Ahhhhhh, don't want to enjoy much, because I don't know where it will end

Ohh well, I'll keep walking and stop thinking

As I walk into the field more the wind calms itself like a baby sucking at it's milk bottle

I can't bear the heat much so I must challenge myself

I push, I strive, I squint my eyes wondering will that happen again?

The day is hot, I feel icky, and ready to drink a whole pail of water

But, I cannot stress myself, this is torture

I walk a little more towards the center

Suddennly, a gust of wind again and again, and again

The wind came from all angles of the field

But from all the suffering of this walk

Can this all be real?

I am growing impatient, wanting to cry out loud to the heavens

I want to feel more wind, or even rain

Who am I to request this way

I am lonely, hot, icky feeling, and worried about the wind period

Again a gust comes through, and another, and another

I start to wonder what if it rains?

What wil I do then, I will really be icky after a while, drenched, muddy, and dirty

What was I thinking to want what I do not understand earth and her cycles

I'm not even in the middle of the field yet, there's hordes of dirt

There is also pot holes from the farmers who own it

It's very hard to walk, I am tired and don't want to be drenched

What will my friends say when I get home

I keeps walking and more gusts of wind came

Now I'm worried, I should have known, to much heat causes rain to come

The clouds are getting darker, and I'm getting worried more about he rain, than I was about the heat

Suddenly, twinkles of rain comes, I begin to run, tripping myself in the fields deep soft dirt

Dirty as ever the more I kick up dirt

The rain gets heavier, and heavier

Now I am drenched, muddy, and icky feeling more than before

Now I am cursing and swearing to myself

What was I thinking to want something because of the sun

Now, I need to get out of the rain, I cannot walk

I cannot run, I am dirty with mud all over

My shoes are soaked with muddy water and thick soil

I can't stand it, I need to dry off

Suddenly, the rain completely stops

I am happy, then sun comes out

I walked for a few minutes and began to dry up

The sun starts to really beam now and this is not going to change

I am dirty , hot, drenched and drying

Walking and crying

How the heck did I get in the middle of this field

The travel is much worser, reality is very, very real

This is what happens to a person walking, and wishing

When The Wind Grows Still

Created on March 8, 2020 at 5:32 PM by Landolin A.K.A Lionel Sharpe