R̶a̶i̶n̶y̶ c̶o̶l̶d̶It's getting dark andthe rain takes no pity but to shower the feetOf it's soil.To my thoughts I hope it wasn't going to be much but that wasa lie to my own knowledge.. becauseoutside it's already flooded by it'scold, causing fogs liquid and iceto surround my sight and it's coldness to my breath.Thunder speaks in harshnesscutting the ribs covered by my skinBut made a slight wound to my heartwhen it speakth of demand...Demand that I must... more