It Rains In The Heart

Much as the heart dreaded it, the overcast successfully trespasses it, poking at every wall. The impact is so devastating, it overshadows the rays of hope. The persistent darkness envelops the fragile heart. Gripping it so hard, depriving the dear little heart of its regular fresh air supply and almost cutting it off.  Poor heart, it flutters and gasps hard for that little much needed air to keep going before the final fullstop.

"Arrrgghhhh!" cries the heart with all its might. "I'm not ready yet!" It tries to shake loose from the gripping overcast. The pain is so unbearable. It sears and tears like a charging bull, sparing not a single part of  the heart.

The little heart being inquisitive asks questions like flying bullets as to why it is deprived of its rights. The rhythmic lively beats have gone. In its place is a very weak throbs which seems to be on the verge of passing out.

The overcast couldn't hold it much longer. So out goes the gush of rain raging at every single cell of the heart. The unexpected rain  has no mercy as though avenge for unknown reasons. Despite the efforts of  freeing itself from the torment, the harder it tries, the heavier it rains, flooding the heart's floor and immersing it in complete coldness.

Icy coldness sends shivers right into the core of the heart and in a little while, it'll be drown in the torrents of rain. The heart isn't giving up too easily. It has won half of the battle . It lets out a shrieking cry, "No! I'm not going to give in. I'm not ready to go to the Land-Of-No-Return!" The cry has woken up all the pulses which start to work and pump a sudden flow of blood and fight back  the flood of rain.

And with one last tug, the heart cries again, " I'm not ready to go to the
"Land-Of-No-Return!"

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