Brr I'll take a hot chocolate too after that bone dampening tale.
a few yellow reeds sway to the soothing rhythm of the wind. the yellow hue of the sun, illuminating their dance. the water, having filled the lake a long time ago, resting. at ease. still life, but alive. ever-changing.
a bit of rain, then. clouds forming a veil over the warmth. no longer a dance then, a dreadful whistle filling the air. a call out for hope from the ducks, trying to find a shelter from the corrosion of water. the water that breaks into even the strongest mountain, one wave at a time.
then, no worries, for it was just a rain. not the hurricane your body expected. nor the lightning and thunder that wakes you up in a cold sweat. it was just a rain. and now, you get to smell the petrichor, and wait for the sun to show its face again. it is a relief.
~bartender, a hot chocolate maybe? i feel like it would go nice with the chill in the air.