I sit here in class, headphones in, mind out.
I have a clear view of outside.
It looks quiet, peaceful.
The trees are dead and leavless,
yet they still hold their meaning of life.
The ground is moist with rain.
The tables are pointless to seat on.
You already know it cold outside,
that your going to be shivering the instant you open the door.
The cold air and aroma of rain first hits your face.
You shiver in delight,
the cold is actually warming.
Does that make sense?
It stopped raining, now.
The bell rung.
I hope you all get drenched.