The Cloudy Day...

The rain had fallen from the sky,

Just before the day.

I saw it happen right then and there, 

As if we were at play.

The clouds came in and there was thunder,

I couldn't tell you why.

As if there was a message there,

Right behind the sky.

The mass of clouds they came together, 

Pulling up the fog.

And as I know it came in quick,

Just like a bog.

by Kara Langley

A story...

The wind blew north and the long tail coat of captain Argon waved in the wind as he walked on the deck of his ship. The boat creaked as we passed the central part of  Africa which was known as Zambia. 

The deck had gone dark and almost a fade color from the weather, turning the wood a dark brown. 

It had been day's since we had set foot on dry land.

A wet hand pressed against my shoulder and grunted as if motioning me to fallow. I made my way along a small passage alley that I had never been on before. 

From somewhere I heard a small voice calling out to me. "Jesse?"  It called. "Yes." I answered not quite sure where to look. A small light flickered and a old man stepped out of the shadows.

To be continued...