The rain drops are like spears that run against the human skin, never to puncture the barriers, only to seep into the insides, the pores, the mind.  Tears run along the cold, white cheek bones, only because of how powerful the storm is, bringing back the memories, the thoughts, the feelings that have been digging their nails into the pit of every beings stomach. My dear, you either fight with that cowardice heart, feeling, breathing and being or you'd be better off dead with the hawks stuffing their sharp talons  into the sockets of your eyes. So sweet heart, open your eyes, ears and heart. Endure it all, because if u don't, the world will leave u behind.