The  roaring thunder and dark cloud looms heavy  as nature reveals her turbulence be vigilant and give ears there are aches and groans longing to be heard the rain washed road is  a blank canvas as the feeble old lady walks on ,unsure of her gait the impatient driver honking at the  school children on a running spree- A man looks up relieved,his unwiped tears mingles with the rain the anxious young wife stands on a balcony hoping he wouldn't find a reason to drink. A depressed teen comes home ,curls on her bed without a word the haggard young man looks through the prison window, longing for his soul to be washed in that rain and the old man still waits on... for his only son who never came home once. Boby hazel