what a cold and rainy day where on earth is the sun hid away?

the color of the sky as far as I can see is coal gray lift my head from the pillow and then fall again with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weathe…

don't talk, I will listen don't talk, you keep your distance I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies

these sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have all been one rude awakening that was due to me in this city of fallen angels

Il pleut doucement sur la ville.

The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall.

When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves.