Golf balls in my eyes

The rain was unforgiving yet mesmerizing. The strong wind was shaping it as though they were giant hands molding a piece of PlayDoh. I couldn't even catch a glimpse of the road ahead of me. The wipers on my Beamer was out numbered by the all mighty rain. It had cause me to pull over into KLGCC. I had to survey the place for the best comfortable spot. What a view, the wind and rain comforting my cheeks and the sound of the golf balls going 'Ping' 'Ping' 'Poing'. Had the papers in one hand and an iPod in the other. All alone at the top and life was starting to get blissful. Here is to the night that never was.