Once I prayed to a cloud, and then took it back when it rained.

The scene:
2AM on the worst day of your life
The streets smell of stale sex and murder
It's raining; the drops hit your skin like falling ashes
The sky is on fire
The lake is on fire
Your eyes are on fire.
Up ahead there is a car crash
It's passengers were fucking in the backseat
Of a vehicle with no driver
They're dead
You're probably dead
This is the worst day of your life.

Blood

You should take breaths in between talking about yourself.

{recently unearthed and changed up a bit, originally written circa 2002.}