Grayscale

Trees gently sway.
Sound of the stream flowing barely audible in the background.
Dark gloomy skies and mist fills the sight in front of me.
Thunder and lightning crack and strike as if they are fighting.

Emotionally void.
Stares into the distance.
Lost would be the perfect word.
The path ahead seems so dark.

Sitting down on the pavement.
Watching the rain wash the city.
Calmness swept over me.
At peace.At least for a moment.