26 January 2013
Rain.
Down from the heavens it crashes, like soldiers parachuting from a plane. They crash to the ground below, smothering themselves over buildings, among trees, across the faces of various humans, some oblivious to its meaning, some questioning it's very purpose.
Rain.
I stare upward at the platoon of clouds hovering above my head. They are dark and sinister. They tower overhead with their excellence and mighty, lustrous size as they parade us with their individual drops. They send chills down our spines as we run for the nearest available shelter, pouring downward with haste and speed.
Rain.
Why is there hate for it? It's a necessity for life isn't it? The gloom it brings transforms frowns into smiles, for some, whilst simultaneously destroying ones plans for the noon hour. I see around the norm of society as I gaze upward.
Rain.
Rain. • Opuss № I