Today's gonna be something different. It's actually something Michelle thought of but has let me take over and create my own version of. I'd like to introduce a series called Rainy Days. Basically this is going to be a story progressing but the only days in the story you'll hear about are the days in which it rains.
This is eventually going to turn into something completely different than it is now, but my rough drafts of this are my own personal rainy day experiences. So here we go:
Rainy Day on the Brink of Collapse
I am sitting on my stone porch chilled by the air, although it is summer. The cup of tea in my hand notices my coldness and spreads warmth starting from my palm and fingertips, flowing through veins to my insides. I notice rain drops falling in my cup. I do not mind. It soothes me, actually.
I look down at strands of my hair and wonder how much of it is soaked by rain water and how much is soaked by my recent shower.
I keep taking deep breaths hoping one time I'll breathe in and not have this heavy weight in my lungs. With every inhale comes a thought of a friend recently passed, every exhale, a tear. I decide most questions will never be answered.
I have stopped paying attention to the balance of tears, shower water, or rain was entering my tea, and I just drink.
When I have finished, I wait until I notice the absence of the warmth. And when my bones are fully chilled again, I take my empty cup inside. Everything feels like slow motion.
I cannot tell whether I have just drowned or breathed for the first time.
This was a rainy day, on the brink of collapse.
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