The melancholy Of This Mysty Rain

I hang on the small umbrella, but I fail; a whirlwind snatches it away, it's more violent than a hungry eagle swooping down to catch its prey... all is in shambles, it scares the beagle that finds shelter in a hallway of a decayed building nearby: he is afraid and shakes terribly! Melancholy was felt when misty rain made the maples cry as grieving mothers do for the loss of their infant child; no eyes looked drearier, their faces were marked by a pain hard to explain... they were finally consoled by God who ordered rainy clouds to unwind, giving them the comfort they needed.