Winters Rain tells the story of a time when life remained an unfair spiritual war game. It was a time when there were uncertainties and untold mysteriesand for some, fame. It was a cold day in hell, where no one could tell what it was like living in a jail cell. It was a time when challenges spread their way across the sky and when great torrential downpours and blocks of ice astounded more than the pounded dough of the American pie. It was when heavy winds ruled over rough terrains pooled in the distillation of predatory fears. It was a time when the merchant of death ruled like a plague with no breath, but not without the pain of knowing persistent suffering once again.
Winters Rain uniquely portrays hidden sadness and loneliness. Of the many that embarked upon this sad and lonely journey, far too many lay in waste due to unattended gurneys. All have been consumed by the bombardment of fear. All have fallen prey to its savage rival steer, for not even hell can resist the stall of innocent pain when nighttime falls upon the dream of life during a writer's Winter's Rain.
