| Desperate- -Longing crying- -scared the rushing winds torment the skies as icy pellets of hate cascade around and- the trees bend as if to move away from the wind's jabs the assault from the sky makes it difficult to breathe and the clouds hover inches away from where i lay i stand- now thoroughly soaked by tears and rain the furious sky sends forth an electric bolt an ominous warning lighting the sky darkening my mood as if to say "be gone from here!" but i continue to stand with the painless tears from the skie's e t e r n a l wave of sadness washing over me |