The Rain

the rain comes, eventually. im sitting here looking through this window as the news on my radio tells me about far away people. ive never seen them. the sky is dark. this storm has lasted a few days now. the wind woke me up last night. there are a few people out on the street, rushing around with umbrellas. the rain can't hurt them, but the way they run you'd think it was acid falling from the sky. they're in such a hurry. i like how rain feels. i dont mind walking around and getting soaked. there's the sound of tires splicing through little street rivers. its warm in here. the radio crackles: more news. we all await what will happen next. sometimes, looking out there through windows it seems like just another TV show, no more real than the rest of it. the raindrops collect in gutters and weave their way through the city, eventually finding the ocean. this is just one of those cold dark days. im sitting here looking through this window, thinking, and watching people pass by.

- from Ryan Anderson