As the rain came down like an ocean of water falling from the heavens the wind blew like a million fans blowing in the same direction I was wet, I was cold and I was struggling to make it pushing against the wind looking up was hard but squinting my eyes I could see a few stars in the night sky ahead of me I heard shouting and screaming a group of people were attacking an older Gentleman I questioned should I get involved I feared I might be targeted but I did the right thing, I got involved
5 people all young men started to surround me pushing me trying to force me on the ground punching and kicking one of the attackers pulled out a knife I feared for my life.
As I lay their on the ground as the wind began to ease off but the rain continuing to come down with so much speed and force I remember thinking one thing, at least the older Gentleman was safe
This turned out totally wrong and I don't even think it can be considered as a poem. I had the idea for this after some reports I had been reading the last few weeks it is totally fiction..
Although it turned out wrong I decided to uploaded because I had written it and wanted to share it.