The wind picks up
Slanting the rain
As it pours heavily
Upon me
Everything is made up of grey
A grey scale world
Where the shades
Just get progressively darker
Until a flash of light
Illuminates the world
Bringing it into sharp relief
Defining the scene in clarity
The air is thick with static
And silence prevails in anticipation
To what is about to happen
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
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