Monday, February 7, 2011

Dear god, what am I doing?

It was raining. It was definitely raining. This was not the type of rain where you looked out the window and said, "Well, I don't really know..." It was definitely, unequivocally raining. Cold, too. Cold, definite rain.
It was really the worst kind of rain when he stopped to think about it. Not that he actually did, he was no idiot. It was cold and wet. No reason to stop. It was a turn of phrase, he supposed.
A car drove by just slightly too fast and hit the puddle he was walking near. He was definitely wet. Just like it was definitely raining.