The rain erupted upon the cold, dilapidated ground as it always seemed to do. Days had gone by since the last day filled with light, glamorous rays that perpetrated down from the sun. It was a many, of course, but it felt as if worse, far worse. This wasn't a storm, nor a shower. This was but a permanent cloud perched upon the sky. The cloud screamed of sorrow and plagued all who surrounded its very presence.
   I did as I usually did that day, traveling to and fro the streets. Something, though unknown to my knowledge even now, was peculiar. I hadn't forgotten anything at home, nor had less sleep than usual. Could it have been just the overwhelming abundance of problems finally piercing my heart and forcing apon me the sorrow? Perhaps, but there must have been something else. A greater cause. A cause that would force one's soul to leave their body and escape into the darkness. But that cause slips through my mind, as it may always.
   It isn't as if I were pressured now. No, not pressure. For I live now with non of such. I live alone, in darkness, filled with the screams of the past slowly engulfing me with every bit of time never ending. I have time, that I do have. I have time to do only one thing though, and that is to think. Not think of the future, for there is non. Not think of ways to enhance my abilities. Not think about how my favorite things came to be. No, alas it isn't anything along such lines. I am forced to think of my past. The past that will never leave, nor bring back memories of pleasant times. I sit here, thinking of darkness, inside and surrounded by its presence.
  My mind had become shattered. Even the slightest inconveniences angered me. However, it wasn't anger as in frustration, but more of a anger coated with darkness and sadness. The door of my home that lead outside, was jammed, my clothing was poorly washed and rugged at edges, my cap blew off into the wind, unable to have come back, the picture goes on, as it always seems to do.
   This always happened. Nothing new ever changed though, except for today, and the result, more darkness and sorrow that I could have ever imagined within my mind.
  The store was just ahead of me. I pulled up my rain coat and dashed across the stone road to get onto the brick sidewalk. As usual, the road had been filled with the liquid that the clouds spewed out onto the ground. Despite having the whole world to drain into, the liquid stays here, in my small, petit village.
Drenched, I pulled on the store's front bell in an attempt for the clerk to unlock the front door, leading into the mudroom. No one came. The crys for assistance were swept underneath the heavy rainfall. I felt abandoned, left alone. The world had put all the pressure and stress it had left on my shoulders. Though false, I had felt that and so many more thoughts.
Looking downwards, I sluggishly moved onto the road and started debating everything I had done in life. My family, my job, my country, all of which were so dear to me, had abandoned me. Of course, that was only partially true, but the fact of the matter was so dimmed out under the copious amounts of fog and darkness. It was finally the peak of what would be my final thoughts of life on its own. I dropped my cane, watched it roll slowly adjacent from me onto the other side of the road, and headed towards the middle of the stone pathway. I stood there, imagining what life could be. But what it could be and what it is are two different things, you see. And, of course, I had what is was, not was it could have been.
   The streets lamps were put out, for the candles gave way. The ice man and milk man had already evaded the streets like every other man. Though only for those of wealth, I expected an automobile. An object that would strike me down in one swift blow. The rain got heavier and heavier and I soon saw rain water erupt from the ground and pour onto the sides of the road. I gave out a breath and thought of life in another time. I felt a swift pain hit me as the vehicle came, but then nothing. No more. Never more.