#2amWritings
Broken in the rains did we never think to wonder of the millions of thoughts had the clouds noticed us long ago. Drops come flying down to suffer anew glimpse at the pavement.

Never again did we think we would dare the sun to never shine, never did we think we would dare the clouds to cry. The winds to flow, the suffering to gather.

Never did we expect the clouds to have heard how we call out to them in range to...