just a little poem about rain, I don't like rain, it brings my mood down :(

for those who cant open these

-The Days of Rain-
By: Fedorado
If only the rain, had it not been the lifeblood of the world around us, would be banished from my thoughts entirely.
RAIN, the water that falls from the sky, the tears of gods reaped from the sorrowful hands of evil, and violence.
It has rained today, sending the children inside to stare off the droplets as they race down the windows of their homes, and warding off the on goers on the streets of the town once filled with sunlight, and joy.
Hours, the time went by slowly, effortlessly as the world outside turned weak from the soaking of tears, the soil turned loose and thick, the streets turned black, the skies turned grey.
NEVER, did I, in my years understand my sadness towards the rain, as the sky turns to the colors of the night and my eyes weaken and submit to the darkness. The rain, ever so slightly, howling in the shadows, sending me to despair and terrors of long ago,
I create the rain.