It’s sunny outside but in here it’s raining. The thunder crashes against my canopy, reverberating waves of sound and slashes thick with the hate of ages and sage advocacies of children fallen on deaf ears. For I can’t save everyone. And for each there is a scar.
Linda G. Hill 
“slashes thick with the hate of ages…” Anger makes for great descriptions. Well done, interesting sounds you’ve created.
Thank you 🙂