Red Rainlight

Broken glass on the floor, screams of anguish in the distance, what difference does it make? An abandoned town in pouring rain, in deep pain a lone stranger walks. One who searches for all, or one you lost everything? Red veins broken on the skin, the chest on this one aches. What happened to the joy that once was, simply dead, or yet to wake? Red is everywhere. It's in the windows of the vacant, the streets of the distant, and the graves of the deceased. What kind of realm would allow such things? The stranger knows, for this is why he walks. The cloak tat covers is made of the red from the realm. He watches and waits, he searches for what was lost. One day it will return to beauty but, not before its time. Until then the stranger walks. Did he cause it, did he want it. No. The stranger knows much, he's seen the emotion of the ones that used to dwell. Now there is only rain. Rain of the sorrow that was and what will soon be. Who is he? Simply one in a rain garb who walks. Time will tell he's fate, until then he wanders. The light with brighten the red, and soon, life will return to what it once was.