You're standing in the rain, the salty sea water lapping at your cold, wet toes. Your jet black hair slicked straight down your back, dripping with water. Your shirt, stuck to your skin like bees to honey. Your shirt, saturated and flowing in the cold breeze. You look up. The rain drops, dripping in your emerald green eyes. Your cheeks, bright pink from the wind nipping at your face like tiny little crabs. Your cheeks, the only thing holding color, through The Sorrowful.
