it's okay, we can talk

The smell of the moist ground permeates through the air. The sky turns grey as moody clouds take their place in the chilly Masopine Town. Residents of the town are all ready under the roof, whether it is in their comfortable home or a warm nearby coffee shop.

Rain trickles like a faucet from the sky, acting as a warning for what about to come. The raindrops are cold with the ability of giving people a not so pleasant condition to their body. Shivers all over your skin, stuffy nose, even sore throat. Not a person comes into mind when the question "who like that" plays.

Just as how fast the warning goes, the deep pour comes to take its turn. The effect of the violent rain hitting the ground produce a loud sound that might mute the ear from listening to anything other than the cry of the sky. The cry that no one is willing to listen to.