The screaming never stops.

The voices never shut up.The people of Salem are never quiet.

All the horror, it’s loud, heavy, rough-- quite overbearing.

Everyone is full of fear, but we are daring.

If we break through the chains of sorrow, hear them clink,

We can overcome anything, big or small, light or heavy.

We can build our building blocks of faith through it all.

The rain isn’t always tears, tears of the fairies crying.

When it rains, it can also mean devotion, sweat, hard work.

People come home from their nine to midnight jobs, working their jobs, closing the place up, cleaning up and locking the door.

People want to return to that safe haven that they call home, their shelter, their little body of comfort that is light and fluffy.

And after work, you go to bed, ready to sleep, feeling that heavy liquid fatigue rush over the bodies of the citizens.

And on this rainy day, bars, clubs, pubs, they’re open.

We can see drunkards wobble around like learning toddlers.

Memories flash in our heads, we fall to our knees, we cry, panic to the point of giving up, hyperventilating.

The rain starts to pour down hard, the screaming gets louder and louder…

And then it stops.

The sun rises with a light ray of warmth and it clears up that attack of rain.

The sun brings us towards the answer, better living, hope, a better future for us all.

Hope flashes across our eyelids as we trudge through a toxic mess.

After all, the things that make you… you. Bright, smart, independent, able to feel feelings, strong, sentimental…

You are here, and your time is now.