Rushing into the shower of sprinkled tears that heavens release when the sun not affirmed. Rainbows hide in waiting for the wails of splashes that rise above. Natural airiness burgeons cleansers in clothes, as they toil up hills in the shadows of curtained splendor that give sullen petals worthy emergence. The skies never seem more potent with pride when highlights are hidden for desired remorsefulness. Just like the destitute, who paddle about in the grittiness of pavements…