Thus finally the sky started to cry, father.
After days of burning desire, madness, aching.. The nature, our mother turns with the tide. Away are the sunny days of restless nights and happy faces.

Now all that resides is a sickening gloom, grey skies and thick clouds left us to contemplate that which we can't, couldn't or shouldn't never had. The rain in the trees tell the stories of those who never left this darkness. Those who never hid in the sun.

But why, father? Why are all loving hearts left empty and void? On which fate did humanity stumble for us to deserve this pain? This loneliness? Where must we seek comfort when those whom we love are just the same as us?

If rain pours down on us, then why should we be alone? Countless aching hearts, yearning for a better place of love, and light. Why should every heart dwell out the fire on it's own?

I don't feel so good, father. I think the realisation of this pain is getting to me. I feel that however we all desire eachother we can't get close. It is our nature to go past the hills and lonely mountains, because the grass is always greener. But it never is.. Past those rivers there are only people staring back at us, the same ache.

The sun never brought romance, nor love. The rain didn't wash it away. Burning days of loneliness under a scorching sun makes me long for this day. A day of rain.
A day where the gray skies and thick clouds would rain over us, parting to the woods together.

But it never does.