honey, it is the atmosphere

stretching hands pointing out blaming skies yearning for the sunlight without any ability to radiate with own might when it's asked for the rain, it shudders; for blue hue, its yellow beams remain unfathomable during typhoon because here at the center of storm there is no swarming heavy rain's tune the piece of ice flake don't seem to fit the moment it dropped on the puzzle just give it some time to melt in it each ounce of it can surmise your yelp the fog will block your horizon until you finally uttered help.