once yesterday, the sky was gloomy and the sun went into hiding as impetuously as the showers came. there was a sense of funereal loneliness that was quite chilling; strangely, the whispers of thunder provided some order to my disarrayed thoughts. the blustery day made my face dusky and cold, and i suffered heartbreak among my other woes. i contained the uncontrollable vibrations beneath my eyes, but hardly, and the corners of my lips were wrenched into a downward rainbow. but of the seven colours only one shone through - that of the darkest blue, resemblant of the saddest day i remember, a day that no amount of light can possibly drown out.