Chapter 7

Rain falls in crazy chaotic drops, the gusting wind carrying them in wild vortices one moment and in diagonal sheets the next. But he doesn't mind it at all as long as his plans were on the flow like this storm, it will wreck everyone who tries to consoles it. The rain fell down the blades of grass into the already wet soil, the droplets pausing on the surface before being sucked into the dark particles. He was smiling all the time as he stares at the blades of the grass, time will come to him. The old, yellow, and brown leaves hustled in the wind, as the sounds of dead, weak trees, creak at every push the wind gave. It's the end of fall and the air is colder than an ice cube, as it climbs through his coat to the bottom of his spine. Most of the leaves are already gone. And the sight of every living thing coming to an end depresses him. The crumbling of the brown stiff leaves creates a home to many animals that need a place to hide during this time of empty sorrow. The birds have