Can you see them? A single cloud blankets the sky.
Casting shade over an already weary traveller. They walk...
As if their next step will free them of the cloud. But not every step is forward, and not all motion is progress.
They will not outrun this storm. In fact, it rains.
Droplets of water so heavy they fall to their knees. I am a witness to the struggle.
Through the strife and toil. Can you see them?