There was no one outside at the local park. The birds had all stopped chirping and what replaced the silence was the murderous booming thunder, as the cloud channels open to let the lighting out. The flowers once buzzing with life, practically dancing, are now solemnly drooping as they carry the overbearing weight the rain droplets create. The concrete walking path, riddled with worms, and drowning with puddles as each drop creates a ripple. The grass blades are not perky and bright with hope as the sun radiates on to them, instead you can see them stuck to the mud struggling to keep their head up. The tree leaves are falling as the harsh wind pushes them out of their home. There was no one outside at the local park today.