CR Productions: Despair

[.Rai]

The rain fell from those dark clouds and angrily beat against the ground of the earth. Its harsh attitude ominously predicted such terrible things. Thunder rolled through the sky, and streaks of lightning pointed its long fingers against the world. Water rushed from the heavens, releasing that heavy burden it carried but with terrible consequences - on purpose, almost. The awful noises were almost phrases of laughter, no pity for our people. Gods, do they envy us? Is that why they did this to us? To soothe their ever so unfulfilling lives, their eternal lives. Perhaps a philosopher would have said that, for do they feel bored in their home in the clouds but then a philosopher would maybe have talked about the metaphysical, God or gods but that is useless now for the philosopher is gone. My friends, your friends, any friends you wish to think of are gone.

 

For the day in which the rain fell, I despaired.

 

And why did I despair on this day, do you ask?

That, my friend is a tale for another day.