As the black clouds start to roll in above a small shivering kid in a corner weeping , was barley heard from the loud claps of thunder that came from the dark gloomy clouds. slowly droplets of rain dripped down on the ground matching the small child tears. soon after a while you could not tell if the water that was on the child's face was tears or rain droplets.
As the little kid loos down the blood of his parents are on the cold wet concert. Their lifeless bodies lay there. with every glance that kid makes at the bodies the move salty tears stains it's face.
