Rain

  She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched by some greater force. One full of spite and hatred sending an army of previously calming, bullets disguised as water.

  Gravity dragged the rain down, heavily punching at her with great force as she ran through the harsh weather, anxiety practically manipulating her every step.

  Eyes slit through her skull like lasers stalking her as she crashed through the crowds of people calmly walking through the street. Umbrellas raised, the crowd was visibly concerned.

  She paid no mind to them, the only thing they caused her was great jealousy for their wide, fabric shields carefully wielded above their heads. She suffered under the bullet-like weather as they strutted along the safe path of heaven.

  If it happened to rain in hell, this is what it would feel like.