The rain cry’s an ugly cry. It ruins my half blurry thoughts. Sweat pounds down my forehead. I tell myself I’m not gonna let go. But I even question that I could just let go and my life would be over and just like that.. The waves from the ocean crash the thunder pounds and a big one of lightning strikes through seeing my torn up bloody hand hanging off. The waves crash so loudly you could just fall in and get traveled out and out and out… Then the thought arrives in a big envelope sealed with my name. I might die tonight. The thought makes me shiver with terror more thunder rages in the dark night sky like a animal pounding angrily. As I’m holding on with the tips of my bloody fingers cuts and sores all slamming into me like a rock. I’m scared for my dear life and then. I fall.