Cracks of furious roars lit the deep crimson heavens. The minute drips of rainwater befall onto the ground, causing sounds in plitters and platters to collect into growing pools of the skies' burden.

I smell the aroma of drizzles. Heavenly. On a night like this, I'm wondering if it is pouring up above. Would you have spent tearful night after tearful night in full reminisce, of the days when life was endeared and precious?

Because I still wish you hadn't left so soon.