Writhing clouds, the pitter patter of droplets upon pavement
An omen, a reminder of the struggles that have harmed you
But the cold, wet drops that dampen and darken the world
Are trying to call you, to open your eyes

The subtle roar of the storm on the roof
It whispers like a mother, gentle yet persistent
Dont let those distractions hinder you any longer
Come outside and feel fascination in...