Sunday, April 12, 2015

Rain

It's raining here. Hard rain, where the thunder rumbles through the thin walls and the sounds of raindrops are more like angry knocks at the door than a soft lull of white noise. The whole apartment complex is silent. Even the baby in the apartment below isn't screaming anymore. The couple that bickers about finances in the room behind my wall are quiet. All the world is just rain, pouring down around me.