This morning, I awoke to the sound of raindrops hitting my window.
With such force that, in fact, their noise sneaked in and took over my last dreaming moments; showing up as unrecognizable static, which surrounded me and eventually was able to lure me to a conscious state.
The sky’s darkness lingered slightly longer, and the clouds resisted parting, even for a moment, so that light could appear, and witness the world.
Later, on my approach to the city, I spotted groups huddled together, sharing umbrellas, and shielding themselves temporarily from the unwavering downpour. A passing weather predicament bringing people together.