downpour..

tik-tak.. tik tak.. raindrops were hitting hard on the rooftop. lightning flashed across the dark sky, a long roll of thunder followed.

it was raining outside. cold current of air, sweeping across the plain. the chilling wind was just like blades, cutting through the skin and deep down into the veins and bones.

rhythm of the raindrops. symphony of regrets.

tears of the past, like droplets of water from the up above. water flowing like a gentle stream on the street. sand and little stones, became part of the stream and flowed with it.

sometimes, there are something that even the tide of time can never wash it away. remorse. pain and sorrows spawn from regrets. they surge through your blood and bones. unbearable.

the rain stopped.