purplebox
Buildings upon buildings. Those form the skyline of a big city. In the mornings the stark shapes of high rises mark the beginning of the day. When the dark falls, the hazy rims marks the evening.
It is not the end, nor the middle. It is the beginning. Before the beginning there was a void, no physics existed, no time, no space, no nothing. Then there was the beginning.
Downpour. It is in a downwards direction and it flows. Maybe cats and dogs are killed by its action. It is wet and most people try to avoid it, whenever they can.