Sunday, July 15, 2012

Pitter Patter Disaster

The rain poured softly at first. Against the pitter-patter of the raindrops on my umbrella, I struggled to steady the trail of my thoughts.

The rain poured softly at first. A smile spread across my lips, thinking of the cold the light rain will bring; thinking of my bed and catching up on sleep.

The rain fell, suddenly. This time, with the mad desire to soak everyone it falls on.

The rain fell, I lost my smile, and I was soaked.

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