lawlessness

I can't remember the last time I was out in the rain for fun. Today the sky grew grey and the clouds closed in and it poured and it poured and I stood outside with my eyes closed and my insides open. When I was little I'd ride my bike in the rain on purpose sometimes to pretend I was caught in a storm and it was the deciding moment, life or death. Ride hard, don't look back, a tornado's right on my tail. I'd walk in soaked to the bone and a hot dripping mess and my mom would grin, like she knew I was up to something.