Broken vase

The leaves were still rifting through the breeze,

He sat there with hollow eyes,

Looking into the sky for an after thought into the possibility of it falling today,

It had been days since a shower had been,

He knew the time was ripe for something to happen,

It's what was called the ripple effect,

Every time a stone hit the water it created ripples all the way to the shore and they stood in between,

Their existence was about to be ripped apart with the stormy waters.