Outside the window, the rain beats a battle hymn.
The sky is raging, throwing itself at the cold, lifeless ground.
We are caught in between, you and I, in between life and death.
The rain, so full of passion, against the frigid, icy world.
Fight! Win!
Tomorrow the ground will be soft and muddy, the remnants of grass visible for the first time in months.
Tomorrow the dawn will break upon victory.
Tonight, the battle rages on, and the thunder roars its insults at the apathetic cold, and the lightning strips the world of color and sears away the winter’s numbness.