The distant sound of steel drums retreated into the night.

The original author's name was deleted. It's a good one too, shame that i can't attribute it.

Thunder strikes and hail pelters down as we trudge along through the night. I sigh and close my eyes knowing that tomorrow will be more of the same, the only thing left to look forward to is hardly any better or worse.

Soul to squeeze is nothing but righteous thrill seeking for a life this mundane and full of suffering.

I dont get it