• It's raining, or so it seems.

    I hear the rain and thunder and it's...oddly comforting.

    The wind blows hard against my window,
    The rain pours down upon everything.

    Raging winds could naught but despair

    While the tears from the sky join my own tears, flowing on for what seems like forever.

    But, nay, the weather's decieved me.

    The soft comforting tears that fell upon me earlier

    Hath turned to frozen stone,pounding down on my shoulders, as they have turned against me.

    Seeking cover, i run, finding not shelter, but only more harm...