Message From the Sky

Before December ends, I don't want to bid goodbye to November. It might rain tonight, though there's no message sent from the sky. But the excited rainbows lit the sky, coloring the horizon. It is like a canvass of blooming roses of different colors. I seems want to walk the street, under the pouring rain. But the rain never comes. And I travelled by this train. Then I woke up, the sky is drumming. Nature City. 301115.8:44PM.