Rain,
Red and gold embers fly across the sky.
Glass shatters.
The shrieking of metal rings in your ears.
Your vision goes black.
You open your eyes.
Everything is grey.
Not black and white just a dull gray.
Rain.
Your life is a muddy puddle for kids to jump on and people to walk all over.
The rain pities us for we could never be as beautiful as she.
Pity for the little Muddy puddle girl. With a soul of gray.
Pity for the Muddy puddle town that goes unnoticed by everyone who passes through.
Pity the Muddy puddle that is Earth. For it is falling just like the Rain that created us.
