When it rains, it pours…

Leaving behind a wistful vapour trail, the day diffuses into inky blackness. It’s been pouring incessantly…the grey-black atmosphere coating everything it touches with a damp and gloomy veneer. The dark clouds form an apostrophe in the sky…like a million words have been left unsaid in between. I can’t get myself to speak and my words choke to death even before being born. Who knew it would end this way? Everything, including the relentless rain seems so futile…