The Hunt.

I love the rain I love the feeling when a fresh cold water drop falls from the beautiful sky and goes down your face, and as we keep moving another million fall some landing here and others landing there each drop telling a different story some of the water that falls today are from a million no billion years ago. The time when the demons ruled the time when we demons where in charge taking all the power we had and ruling the world. But look at us now put into hiding. Hiding from a world we once RULED. Living side by side with this unneeded species, rain drops tell a story from witch they came. Others believe that rain drops are for all the souls that died. There for all the lost souls still roaming this loan some, untouched and dyeing world. But there also for the living, for the people who are still alive. For all children coming into this world into loving and but horrible family. For that reason I love the rain. But all this thinking makes me tired. I spot a tree in the distant with some wretched human under it lets scare them away so I may sleep in peace.