Something different in the rain

Something different in the rain   Prologue

Letter was the first word you heard. Out of the bloom, it flowed like drops of squeezed berries splattering its devilish smile. You felt it once or twice, a hearty laughter and a bonus sweet flavor was all it took to get you out from your deadly slumber. A mirage they say is like a drunken man staggering in the dark, homeless with a perfect eyesight filled with void. A clang above those shattered tears of injection bites with sharp decaying thoughts seized as the movements of your lips unified until they attained rhythm.“Dear Silly Bone,” you began. “There is something different in the rain.”