A Warning?

It started raining here. Two days ago, it was raining in the afternoon, and yesterday it started pouring down at noon. Five hours ago, it was cats and dogs. It was like someone accidentally tripped over a huge bucket full of water.

Every time the rain starts streaming down on my window, another one comes as well. No, no, not longing. Inspiration for writing, such as this one, for example. But no, I'm talking about the other one, the wind.

My window trembling by its dance. And the rain? Instead of going straight down to the ground, it went diagonally (the spelling was supposed to be Diagon Alley, Harry, geez). Can you imagine the wind so strong it can even tilt the rain? Your umbrella is completely useless. Forget about those leaves on the street, they're absolutely hopeless, blown away up to the roof, then gravity pulls them back underneath those moving cars.

It was so strong I can even hear it. For real, I can hear the sound of the wind. It's like someone whispering something without words. The sound was so haunting. Almost like the wind was telling you not to go out, don't even try, and just stay put. Like a silent warning that goes to your subconscious and turns into an anxious feeling on your chest.

And the funny thing is, even though the rain stopped five hours ago, but I can still hear the wind whispering very clearly in my ears. Could this be... a real warning?

PS: I'm baaaaaackkkk!! HAHAHAHA I know y'all must've gone crazy taking a peek after peek on this blog hoping that you might find something new to read just get completely disappointed. Sorry 'bout that. Hehehe.