a windowful of rain...

"I should have run" he thought when the rain poured down in all its grayish greatness outside his window where existed at that moment two tree silhouettes in all darkness contained inside shivering black boundaries "away far away" he continued thinking as the light from the golden yellow street lights made its way through falling droplets of rain and created an illusion of a group of ground bound diamond stars rushing down to touch the trace of first obstacle and run with the muddy stream "like that little stream moving away from everything the world has on every edge - away and away from everything, run away, rise up, fall again, run again without a breathing moment's pause, I should have run" continued his thought when from under one of the two trees were seen two little dots of fire - glittering like swift fire flies with restricted flying space - cruelly arrested inside a glass bottle, which in crude reality were the reflecting eyes of a quick moving beast "arrested I am - wherever I am, knowing well I can fly higher and soar across the wildest vast expanse of the skies" he thought further, when he rested his head on his pillow, when his eyes kissed the innocence of the soft foot steps of slumber, the much invited guest, silently walking in.

The End.