I Cant Tell.

When It Rained.

The city skyline always looked so gloomy when it rained. It was calming, depressing almost. It coule soothe a wary soul. I forced myself from the window, standing, I had realized just how long I had sat staring at the rain covered ground. It was nearly seven in the morning. I walked slowly into the the bathroom and turned the shower on. I stood staring at my reflection for a moment. My long brown hair, still curled because I had not straightened it, my blue eyes standing out thanks to my makeup. I looked down at my clothes, I must've fallen asleep early, because i was still in my high waisted shorts and pull over hoodie. I stripped, and entered the shower. I felt the warm water hit my face, my mind instantly went back to the rain. What did it feel like on the ground? Just rain, no people, in the calm of the night. I exited the shower and went into my closet. Its huge, way too big for not having many clothes from home. I grabbed my light wash jeans, a blue tee, and my black combat boots. Walking out the door I pulled on an " I NY" hoodie. I thought it was quite ironic, since I hate being in New York. Everybody was always in a rush to get somewhere, when walking through the streets you never stop unless you feel like getting trampled. It feels as if nobody knows what they are doing, so they just follow the person in front of them. Matching their pace and only leaving their path when you come across something that interests you. I walked out of the apartment building, not paying much attention to the rain. I would have forgotten it was raining, except people were rushing more, with umbrellas in hand. I hailed a cab and got in.