like her eyesjesse robert samuel
The sky sparkled like her eyes. It was bare and without any clouds to obscure its cast. The sky and her eyes shined a brilliant hue of blue. The rain had now passed. It was only a short time ago, when the rainfall had drenched down. Each drop had been dense and heavy. The rain had spiraled down to the earth, drenching down depressing destruction. The rain had forced everyone and everything under its terrible wrath to feel terror deep within them. The world was cold, while the moist tears fell from the sky. Misery is a world affected by falling loveliness.
The world was now deserted and desolate. As far as the eye could see were great shapely hills of green. And finally, at an immense distance away, the mounds of grass reached up and touched the sky at the horizon. The tyrannical tempest knocked every blade of grass back and forth with its oppressive control. The world was not empty. Rubbish flew through the air as meagre remnants of the dead Earth. Paper crinkled as it was effortlessly spread across the land and dust spun through the air.