A shower begins to pour turning the simple beat into a song of rain. Every time I close my eyes, I can see bodies of people I once knew, hear their screams, and smell their blood. The sight of blood in the rain is to picture an endless sea of red flowing across the land staining its beauty into nothing but the ugliness of death. It soon consumes you, drowning you in it. It's their blood that won't come off - blood won't wash away, and it's their blood that will make you remember.