Rain pours out its grief...

Rain pours out its grief beneath the stormy clouds driving me eagerly to let the fire of resentments strike the barriers of the silent night. Let the harsh wind hit the decaying leaves of the trees and awake the calm seas to prepare its waves. Flashes of anger will roar and lightning will strike the rumors upon my world that it may be still and the stormy night will rest and the sun will show off its brightness.