October Storm

For the Grammar Nazi's, i suggest you look away. For those who aren't give it a read. Its a unfinished story, and I doubt that I will ever finish it.

Silence! The old man say's to his wrestles mind!
Tomorrow will come, but we have to be patient!
This is what we have been working for.
The dark clouds let loose their rain onto the earth beneath, and makes a loud racket upon the old mans roof. Every rain drop's voice yell's to the old mans psych.
Killing his train of thought, killing his minds peaceful happiness...
The old man rolls to the right, then rolls to his left with frustration.
Then like a shot guns blast he pops right on up!
His heart tonight even has something to say to him..
The steady thud in his chest makes his mind run wild.
The loud Cry on the roof, makes his vein's run mad with frustration.
He wipes the sweat away from his bra..
He lay's back down.
As he sets his head upon his pillow, he feels the dampness upon his cheek.
The thunder starts crashing.
No quite for my mind tonight he say's to him self.
He then again trys to close his eyes in hope that the sand man will take him away tonight.
Before ash's meet upon each other a figure runs past the lightning lit window.
The old man jumps to his feet and bust's open the window sending rain drops flying back up to the sky where they once came from.
He sticks his head out the window, and with a raging cry he say's.
Who Goes their!
As his eyes follows the line down the side of his house he see's nothing but sliding raindrops upon the vinyl.
A tree stick slaps the shingles of his roof, the rain splash's in the puddles all around, and the dark turns to day every so often...
Nothing their.
His worried mind starts to run wild with questions....

Author's Note

Say what ever you'd like to say.