Red sky in the morning

I wish it will rain now.


Quiet morning with red sky and rustling trees.


Stillness.


Then, thunderstorm.


The perfect mood to fill the last bits of pea brain with something old. Like Mr Big's Wild World. Or Chen Sheng's Rebecca.


I love a red sky. Sunsets, or rises. And especially imminent thunderstorms.


Like, I remember something from a long time ago, only I don't. A red sky makes me feel young and scared. And alone.


I wish it will rain now. I can smell the dampness already.