On the second to last Sunday (or was it Monday?) it rained like mad. The sky briefly opened up and wept all that it could weep. I was indoors, occupied. When I heard the waterfall outside my window, my entire being longed to step out in order to feel the hard raindrops on my skin. I just wanted to sit on the balcony and drown my identity.
I did go out of the appartment later but the clouds had already exhausted most of their fury. Anyway, it just isn't the same when I'm wearing a raincoat.