Rain.

Today was rainy mostly; stormy could even be used to describe the weather.  Gray in the sky, and green in the plants.  I felt cooped up inside, but of course I could have gotten wet and lived in it's clean; it's smell of living and not caring.

Being soaked is only temporary, and I am far much less so.

What do we care then?

The downpour on the roof changed it's beat, it marched in my ears.  Faster, then slower.  The combination of the sound and the lines when I relaxed my eyes hypnotized me, and I stood transfixed on the water.  So much water, everything is wet, but not me.

I stayed inside.

And then it stopped, and I had lost my chance.