The Bridge Between Imagination and Reality

It Seemed to Rain a Little Bit Harder

Begin with, "It's raining out."

End with, "And then, it seemed to rain a little bit harder."

It's raining out. The freshwater droplets ran down my face, collecting in my hair, my clothes, my glasses. it wasn't fate that I was out here. Nor coincidence, nor destiny. I was beckoned to this spot. My gut, seemingly hooked to an invisible wire, reeling me out into the rain like a fish into the net. salt splashed onto my lips, soaking into my mouth. I didn't flinch anymore. I could feel my soul mending back together.

Someone put a hand on my shoulder. Another on my head. I could feel them, coming together in unity. My life. My purpose. My friends.

I could no longer taste the sweetness of the freshwater, my bitter ears clinging to my tongue.

We stood there in silent unity.

And then, it seemed to rain a little bit harder.