Cold tears from heaven tap the window pane behind me, whilst a petrichor's pleasantly sweet, earthy scent fills my deprived lungs

pitter patter

Memories pour down the faces of those who long for happiness.

Pitter patter

Like the cloudy thunderstorms that surround this withered soul, my heart is a crying black cumulonimbus with lightning deep within its core

Pitter patter

It fills a sempiternal river of many emotions. A river in which I may drown my sorrow