The day was gloomy. The Sun made no appearance and dark rain clouds filled every inch of the sky. Though the day was quiet and calm, so much seemed to be bubbling underneath.

The way the low, leaden clouds rolled in by each minute. Gathering vapours and increasing in size. The winds hollowing through empty trees and light diminishing by the hour. The day needed a change. It needed the Sun to show its face or the clouds to unleash its storm. In fact, the day seemed to beg for the sweet release of waterfall. But no change came. The day remained the same. Dreary and unable to cease repining; the day came to its end. Hoping tomorrow brings with it the refreshing rain.