the gap

As the rain drops fill the space between the sand, the earth drown beneath the puddles. They could hardly hear muffled sound of falling drops as the drops hit an already filled depth of restless waters. Shadows of buildings once still and silent now dance on a wavy surface with circles of ripples. Bicycle wheels keep rolling over drowning bits of sand pressing deeper and deeper within the ground. Running footsteps splash the waters leaving little empty spaces for a brief moment to barely breathe. A last wish of the drowning sand as the eyes close escaping from the visuals is simply to listen to the falling rain.