When the rain stops by

    This rain is always the best. It comes down in sheets, blocking my view of the skyscrapers filling my window. Carefully, the rain slows. The buildings begin to peak through the white film that has become the air. A reminder that they're still there, simply hiding. Oddly enough, the lightning and thunder become more intense as the rain fades by miniscule amounts.
    No matter the intensity, at this exact moment I find it comforting. The only thing keeping me indoors is the need to study//not backed up by a single ounce of motivation.
    Those buildings I mentioned, they've gone back into hiding. The storm isn't yet ready to leave. It lets us know this. The wind picks up and the sheet fills with ripples. The rain changes directions and splashes on my window, only for a moment before returning to the pattern it started with. Each time it finds its way to the window, it does so with a bit more strength//as if begging for my attention//as if it is telling me it understands.

    Every Sunday, my phone sings its tune at the same time. Today.... silence. I don't know whether to feel nothing or anything at all. It's a mess and I don't know how to clean it. I can only hope the week brings something new//something better.