The raindrops were calling him. They were showing him the way to go; down. He loved them, the iridescent beads of tears crawling from the stormy skies and speeding through the air. When the sounds were quiet and the wood of his floor didn't creak, the rain filled the void. The rain was his one and only friend, and he clung to that with the last bits of life he had. Well, the last bits of life he was ending right here and now.
He felt the wind push him closer and closer to the edge of the concrete block, towering into the sky, pushing into the clouds and stopping. The rain could tell he was scared- frightened- and made a barrier between the ground and building's roof so he could see nothing and fear as little as possible. He felt happiness, utter joy, when he realized the rain accepted this decision to jump. As he shot through the sky, he closed his fluttering eyes and felt the frozen air sting his skin. This was exactly how he wanted it all to end; in tears and thunder.
