The wind was gently blowing as I sat on a red miniature bench. A small playground sat in front of me upon the tall, uncut grass. Two abandoned rusty swings slightly swayed to the rhythm of the breeze. Nothing could be heard except for the distant chirping of birds and the ringing of the bell on the collar of my Jack Russel Terrior. She carefully padded around the banana tree at the corner of the yard, determined like a hunter scavenging for prey. As the sun slowly receded by the surrounding clouds, and darkness started to engulf the garden, I looked up and wondered if it was going to rain tonight.
