Through the Deep forest, It remains quiet as Rain Drops down upon the Trees, Rivers Flowing and moving quickly and Wet puddles underneath the Dirty Path, The sounds of thunder, Always struck in the distance, sometimes being heard close or near, She Rod On a a wagon, Leading her Horse To travel down the Dirt path that was formed, The wagon’s lantern shines light around the Small moving shed, Rain and water drips and drops from the wood as she made sure to look around for anything that might be dangerous, Still keeping quiet and little serious about her surroundings, she continues to Ride her horse as It walked quietly as the wagons wheels rolled Forward.

CheckBook: ”Silence and rain, what a good mix!”