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The purple/grey clouds drift above me, dimming the usual irritating bright light. I can smell rain in the air, but feel nothing on my skin, nor see any on this page. It’s pleasantly warm and cool at the same time. The people of the neighborhood have retired to their homes, now allowing my headache to subside. An eerie silence settles in the darkened street, few dare to wander alone, for they know what haunts in the shadows.
Every so-often a car slowly creeps through the sleeping block, obviously lost. The faces are hidden behind the tinted windows, making many wary of the newcomers. The once-treasured trust of the people was now rubbed away after hundreds of years of betrayal. It is now every man for himself. A dog-eat-dog world, if you will.
A shadowed figure slips past the streetlamps. Unseen. Unheard. No one knows it is there but me.
The clouds have darkened and move in threateningly. A soft mist settles in the air, dampening my notebook and skin. Droplets soon pour from the sky, creating a slightly saddened mood. I smile up to the heavens in thanks. For too long has it been hot and dry.
Looking around at the sad state this world has become, I now decide the sky is weeping. Weeping for what we’ve done to the precious land. Weeping for the souls lost in the thick hate and bitterness consuming out broken spirits.

Description
The purple/grey clouds drift above me, dimming the usual irritating bright light. I can smell rain in the air, but feel nothing on my skin, nor see any on this page. It’s pleasantly warm and cool at the same time. The people of the neighborhood have retired to their homes, now allowing my headache to subside. An eerie silence settles in the darkened street, few dare to wander alone, for they know what haunts in the shadows.
Every so-often a car slowly creeps through the sleeping block, obviously lost. The faces are hidden behind the tinted windows, making many wary of the newcomers. The once-treasured trust of the people was now rubbed away after hundreds of years of betrayal. It is now every man for himself. A dog-eat-dog world, if you will.
A shadowed figure slips past the streetlamps. Unseen. Unheard. No one knows it is there but me.
The clouds have darkened and move in threateningly. A soft mist settles in the air, dampening my notebook and skin. Droplets soon pour from the sky, creating a slightly saddened mood. I smile up to the heavens in thanks. For too long has it been hot and dry.
Looking around at the sad state this world has become, I now decide the sky is weeping. Weeping for what we’ve done to the precious land. Weeping for the souls lost in the thick hate and bitterness consuming out broken spirits.