Rain Down

The downpour began with a trickle, laid upon the streets by the heavens of tears and unrest, like an aural, ethereal blanket.

Like an unexpected visitor, the rain came on the lazy Wednesday afternoon; and without warning, fell upon the road, onto passers-by hastily weaving around vehicles quietly stationed before the lights.

I watched from within the comfort of the car. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the wheel and exhaled heavily, his frustration evident. The engine purred silently on as we sat unmoving in the gridlock. We moved barely inches at a time.

The precipitation that had gathered into a puddle on the tar road has risen to a noticeable level. Like a bubbling creek, the current flowed swiftly downstream along the imperfectly-laid road, disturbed occasionally by the pounding wheels of the cars that were turning away from us; away from the entanglement.

I turned my gaze skyward, as though I could see you. But surely I was feeling a little hasty. It certainly did not matter that the unrelenting downpour refused to cede, or that I was caught on the very day the skies cried, for deep in my heart – secure, and reassured – I knew that I would be seeing you that day.

--------------------------

Productive procrastination :D
Reason? History test tomorrow. Die.