rain walks. [flash fiction]

It’s like being in a whole other world – in the rain. The darkness sliding down my throat and radiating the slow warmth of each streetlight through my skin… I feel it. I feel it in the water that cleanses me of the dirt – the night that exists only in the day. ironically now, in the darkness, it all dissipates. I feel low like the puddle below my feet but just as alive as the sky as it pours out everything it has been hiding. It is a moment of honesty. that’s why we all hide from it, shoving our hoods over our eyes or screaming for cover. but sometimes we’ve got to accept it. sometimes it’s necessary to bask in the real world. and this is real… allowing ourselves to become the rain as we drop to sleep, falling into the next day…

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