The look outside only to see that the world isn't really bright. Rain pours down and thunder rolls. Lightning strikes the world that is normally so alive. Someone sits at the window and watches the clouds. Maybe the person wishes themself away. Maybe the person wants to stay. Another thunder and the person is awake again. His eyes want to cry and his voice wants to scream. Every raindrop feels like a memory he aches to forget. Every Lightning feels like a person he once met. And every thunder feels like a thing he regrets. He wants to trust the sun but knows she will betray him. So he trusts the rain even though it might never give him the good days back. He desires to live again. He wishes that someone would come he could love again. And he hopes to find something he can laugh for again. In the end he is still in front of that window between heaven and hell. Between the storm and his feelings. While the Lightning is striking the earth he stays silent. Maybe he wishes himself away again or maybe this time he wants to stay.