Picture Composition

A narrow winding lane of mud
was in front of me;
And the sun was overshadowed
by the welcome clouds.
A couple of children
on bicycles ran past me,
the tinkling horn of the bicycles
filling the air.
A few steps ahead,
big trees leaned onto the road
the mud lane disappearing in the trees.
Two birds fly off from
the foilage and it starts to rain.
The road becomes slippery.
I take off my slippers,
walk barefooted to my house,
beyond the winding lane,
beyond the trees  arching above it.