The view below

It was raining a hell lot today..
Clawing tightly against the frosty window pane..
I saw black birds swirling against the darkening skies..

The winds blew and howled silently..
Like an impending doom heading my way..
Maybe a road accident from across where I sat..

I stopped breathing for a moment.. unsure..
Listening.. Looking.. Heaving..
The peeled skins of mini oranges sweetened the cool air..

The view below my balcony was not much of a sight now..
But I blissfully imagined of flying once again..
To have the birds' looming shadows across the pavements..

Closing my eyes.. I saw the view below..
The ebbing of the tidal waves.. Blue, green, gold..
I saw mountains and valleys.. the purple, pink sun..

I soared higher and higher..
My eyes small from the sun rays..
My breath fast from the moisture clouds..

The rain danced happily on my hair..
A bright dark tousled mess of brown..
It was cold.. So very frigid..

Lower and lower..
I saw the same balcony I once stood upon..
I smelt the same mini oranges I stomached..

The rain was stopping..
Winds slowed to a bare whisper..
I opened my eyes.. Glad that I made it safely back home..