Adding the poem now
It was raining near the country side
splashing every car and light.
The clouds start raging like an rising crowd.
Then the heavy rain falls from the sky like a thousand hooves pounding against the ground.
Walking around the street searching for your house in this dark night you trip every now and then.
You think its over as you reach home, carrying an epic doubt.
Finally you enter your room, just as you notice the rain creep up to you like a sly snake.
It was wet and as cold as ice
but this night will not end as easy as counting to 3.
