As rain dropped from the sky,
he trudged through the puddles.

Wallowing in despair,
his arms and head hung limply.

The rain masked the tears,
as the poured from his eyes.

Confidence had faded to misery.

While he walked,
rain soaked his paper skin.

Pained by grief,
the bitter cold was unfazing.

The perfect storm raged both inside and out.

Even magic couldn't heal there wounds
because they were too deep.

Only the darkest thoughts remained;
others all washed away with the water.

The haunting pain would never leave.

Green fades to grey,
until colour creases to exist.