The English Girl with the Umbrella
Fabian Perez- Summer Rain II Spring has sprung Life has begun. Finally. Still, bursts of rain betray the relapse into Winter Trickling down a beautiful façade Weathered by the acid over the years And the puffs of clouds gather round The leaves hide away Blushing from the intensity of the golden orb that does stand so proudly over the scape. Like an ethereal power watching over the small ants. She smiles and trembles inwardly, Adventure or fear? A gulp in the throat. Heart racing. Slam. Slam. Slam. She stands, an ordinary lady, Ordinary, to an onlooker. If only they could read her thoughts and dreams, They could look beyond the pale face and be astounded by the colours that danced in her. Built for something bigger, more exciting. She still hopes. Her quivering lips tremble as the weight of the bird thrashes its wings in her chest. Its wings clipped, yet stubborn to stretch and break free. In spite of knowing. A whole palette of colours. Why stick to beige?