Rain



The clouds cry in a sense of mourning, tears cascading from their puffy cheeks. Each drop lives for only a breath before splattering on the concrete, losing all individuality and emotions. Once one is lost more follow, wasting the gifts their motherly clouds so generously provide. All of them contain this knowledge; not one pauses for a moment's thought. All of them continue, driven by the gravity of their daily suffering. All they seek is closure; all they get is the coldness of the concrete, which acts as a passage to a limbo carrying no solution. They lost everything and accomplished nothing;such is the fate of the victims of suicide.

Author's note
Now I know this is incredibly short, but there is a reason for this.

This is a challange I did for my self where I had to use 1 metaphor throughout an entire mindfuck story, all written in five minutes. So I did. I hope you enjoyed.