Madness In the Rain

Here we sit, in the madness and the rain. Heavy showers persist; perhaps to try to wash our madness down the drain. The cliffs of white are slowly crumbling away day by day. Perhaps they mirror the state of play of what we see happening here these days. The Wind, it sings and whistles where barriers stand in its way. It feels different. Like it’s trying to carry the cries of our insanity away. Here we sit in the madness and the rain. We try to stand but mud slips our purchase away! We crash, we laugh at the state of why we fell this way. We sit, we laugh, we cry, as we become the madness in the rain.