Rain poured down from the sky, the cold and reflective droplets ran over my clothes and body. My hair was darkened from the water and night sky. I looked up at the cloudy heavens as a bright white light flashed across it. The rain kept coming heavier and heavier as the night went on in an eternal storm. My eyes, cold and pale stared at the ever darkening sky, unblinking. The blue of my lips and frozen touch of my fingertips against the soil. I lie there for a while, at peace. Then when the dirt fills my vision, I close my eyes at last as the mournful chorus of wail and woe echo in my empty mind.
A light flashes onto my eyelids one final time whilst the thunder lowly rumbles.
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