Falling rain

Sometimes I liked to stop to watch the rain fall. I'd sit alone on a bench at the park near home and simply let the rain wash away all feeling, either good or bad.

I could have stayed like that forever.

But then I'd start feeling cold, like there was only ice water runing through my veins.

And I'd smile or cry, depending the day.

I'd do that for just a moment.

A moment where there was nothing but the rain.

But the moment would always end.

And life would continue.

And my clothes would be wet...