I find peace in the rain, or maybe I just want to find peace in anything.
Still, a calming effect takes place when your wet to the bone and your clothes cling to you, yet the rain keeps beating down.
You think that there is no way you could ever be more wet than right now, but the rain keeps coming; the rain is washing you away, wearing down the old you to reveal someone new.
At least, sometimes you feel new and refreshed, other times you stand there feeling the whole world is stuck to you, trapped in a wet prison of cloth.
How existential of me.
I’m waiting for the bus to come when it started raining, despite the forecast calling for clear and sunny skies.
The water dripping off my fingertips seems to disagree.(138 words)