She could

She was pregnant with twins as the sky's a weighed by the clouds filled with rain, it darkened a burst of tears pouring down the walls that are her cheeks no place for shelter no means of warmth getting colder by the drop, her clothes wetted by the rains of the summer and unexpected darkness brought her to a steadfast that the fetus had not received food for awhile and where saved from the horrors of the world, she said!. Perhaps a brighter path ahead

The rattle of feeling alone while you in the presence of your "loved ones", the over burden of clouds thickened by the rain a burst of why was I born had started falling from her eyes, the perceptual of past events got her in a hurdle of could I, but I can not, how could i. Eating like a rat from the winter floor hoping to find a window of stint furthermore stained for there's only so much she can see, with a over look of concord she said perhaps a brighter path ahead.