Black clouds rolled in, driven by the chilly mountain breeze. Everything around grew a few shades darker. Like a well rehearsed snippet straight off the stages on Broadway, the trees swayed to the music of nature. Just a moment before, the city stood, stark and noisy, in all its materialistic splendor, only to be washed anew now. Bathed in the dusky evening light, LA transformed. Silence seemed to be the mantra for the moment; but only, for a moment.
Pitter patter, sound of laughter,
The earth soaks in cold water.
Its raining in LA :-)
2 comments:
So nice! Go and get wet - like in a Bollywood movie :D
Ha Kudoor ! There's a cold wind blowing from the north in here ,at Bangalore, as if to compete against the dark clouds gathering there at L.A.
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