The rain is back tonight.
It calls my name in the form of taps on my window.
I do not answer the call. I can no longer afford to submit to the rain. Yet it is there, angrier than before.
A volley of rain is thrown at my window. An inescapable force that only the most patient of humankind can stand against. The call has turned into a roar. It's as if the rain is channeling the spirit of bloodthirsty tides, threatening to destroy the thin barrier of glass that protects me. I am at the mercy of water. However, the rain itself is at the mercy of the clouds' will.
It recedes, fading back into the clouds, settling into storm drains. Another day, it hisses to me.
I have only until the rainfall decides to finally claim me.
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Random Writings
AcakThis is where I'm going to compile all of my short stories that never really made it past the draft. Also just really random writes. It's all really good though! Enjoy.
