Rainy Day

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Its bright, that stupid sound. Where the hell is my alarm clock. BEEP BEEP BEEP, uhhhhgg shut up. I gotta get up. What to wear, what to wear. Maybe this, it's kinda cute. The black cargo pants that hang in my closet look darker than usual, it must be gloomy outside, that's good. Also better when it rains. The sweet smell that covers the air with a thick musk. What top should I wear? Is it cold? Idk, I should check that. 10 degrees celsius, not bad. I'll grab my sweater then. It's rougher, I need more softener. The vibrant pink against the blinding white looks as if it was glowing. I gotta eat. Theres nothing in this stupid refriggerater. I'll just grab that. It's cold on my hand, canned coffee isn't something i always have. It's a nice change I guess. Time to head out. "I'm leaving", what am I doing... there's no one home. You're alone. This hallway seems to get longer and longer everyday. A never ending room, I can't escape. Just keep walking, look down or something. OW oh I ran into the door. Jeez. it seems heavier then i remember, i gotta get out more this is so weird. The light... it's so bright and yet a calm warm feeling seems to sep over my whole body. It feels nice. I like it. It's raining, I forgot my umbrella. I don't wanna go back, I'll just put up my hood. It feels like rain. It feel on my nose, on my face, as if I were crying. Put your hood up idiot youll catch a cold. These stairs don't seem safe, it's fine. I'll be down in no time. See whatd i tell ya, no time at all... ya. There's a lot more people outside on a day like this. Maybe they like the rain too. They may like the way the sun plays hide and seek behind the clouds. I always thought it was cute when the sun hid away as if embarrassed or something. Trying to hide its face from the world so no one could know what it's thinking. Maybe that's why people like rainy days, you can hide behind a hood or an umbrella. Is that it, it must be. Yep, that's  my train stop. My legs hurt. This bunch is uncomfortable and wet. It's here my turn to hop on. I don't wanna, I just wanna stay in the rain a little longer. Just a little more, please. Oh shoot, it's gonna leave. Damn I barely made that and I wasn't even late. I have to stop doing that. An open seat by the window, score. They're racing, down the window the rain drops race. They never stop grabbing others on their way down to the bottom. Are they falling, do they want to fall. That's a weird thought, they're just raindrops, they have to fall, that's what they do. I guess this is my stop. Wow there's a lot less people on this side of town. I wonder why. It's nice though, I don't have to worry as much. Look at them splat, right on the floor. Covering the ground with a layer of water that glimmers and shines in the minimum sunlight it's given. The clouds seem to be moving faster. A wind storm is coming, I hope not. I want the simple rain, the rain that somehow looks elegant as it trickles down to earth. The rain that sprinkles on your face as you walk. The rain that becomes heavier and heavier for a leaf to hold until the leaf drops and it all falls down like a little waterfall. Almost there, just a little while longer. There's a lot of cars on this bridge. I hope I'll be able to get a clear shot without being doused in water from a puddle. Right here is perfect. It's beautiful, I can see so far away it goes on forever. Good, my camera's not wet. Right here is where the world stops for just a few seconds. Enough for me to get the shot. The sun sets on the horizon, across the river, beyond the boats. The clouds are still trying to cover the sun like little pillows. The sky turns a gradient of red, orange, pink, purple, blue, grey. All the colours together in harmony. The sun is the conductor of such a beautiful piece. The rain didn't stop. You can see the little drops on the lens making a foggy, misty effect. The world doesn't seem real. There's birds in the far distance. Flying away to another place. Flying in the rain. I'm ready. Line it up right, you got this. 3...2...1... perfect. Never again will there be a more brilliant day than this rainy one. I don't wanna move. Can I stay here a little longer? In the rain. With the birds. Hiding like the sun. just like this. Forever. On this rainy day.

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