Rain's Light.

The light masked by pellets of rain, yet it shines right through. Glistening, pouring, the vibrancy of power and collision. Wind flustering, shaking leaves, like the shaken emotions inside me. The sky grows dark, rain prevails. Slower, harder, a demonic grace.

The beat of a heart, echoing rain in a chimney. There, barely noticeable, but still. A constant drum. Peaceful to some, but not to me. Rain falls harder, feelings get stronger, peace can’t find me.

Like the sun through rain, it’s there but masked. Shit happens, but shouldn’t last. The rain will subside, yet emotions dwell, masked still by the feeling of hell.