And what have I ever did to you?!, I beg

Of the entire world out there, mysterious and mischievous, hidden 

behind a big blanket of rain

Drenched in sweat, soaking wet, tears rushing down my face

Their salty sting bothering the creases 

Of my lips, but there is no one 

There to answer, the storm makes people

Ask questions and feel defeated by a hallowing silence

The only sound is heavy rain, hurling down at me

From a raging, spiteful sky.

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