The night is a quiet calm. The blanket of darkness falls gently on the sleepy city. A howl lets out and a crack of thunder then bolt of lightning forewarn the impending tempest. A drop, a drip and then a streamlet. The aggregate melds and forms to be a thundering torrent pushing it's way down the divided path until it empties, relieving itself of the pressure it created.

Happy? Not happy?

Oh that it would be so, to turn the frown upside down.