9:49 am.

The clouds are moving gently across the sky but it carries a shade that is not of a pretty sight. It's heavy and gray. As we anticipate the splish and splash, we are surprised by the falling of crows. [I vaguely remember reading about falling crows somewhere, maybe in the works of Gabriel lol.] Alive but lost in its battle against gravity. Splats of black covers the road and the screen of your car. Sometimes, that is how our mind works. The accumulation of thoughts are ugly and black waiting to burst and make marks of black splats all over the wall of your mind. Until it is fully covered in darkness will you stop.