WordPress Daily Prompt – Sympathize
I smelled it before I saw it.
“Well, shit.” Of course it was pouring and my umbrella was in the car. Fat droplets splattered the ground, exploding on impact. Each a little crime scene that would evaporate within the hour only to come storming down again.
Do I have to leave? The only appropriate answer was yes. I forgot enough appointments with my counselor; neither of us wanted the “hey, I thought we had a meeting …” voicemail.
Like an answer to my unspoken calls, beams of sunlight pierced through the clouds and the rain screeched to a stop.
“Now or never.”
Even the universe has a sense of humor.
I was 15 steps from the buildings main door, under the huge oak tree, when the clouds clamped shut over the sun and resumed their downpour.
I stood hostage to the rain, staring out into the parking lot. How many steps to my car? I was parked at the back of the lot so … well math is hard but the answer was a lot. The oak tree could only shield me so much, even its branches were beginning to give way to the strength of the rain drops.
“I have to go, it’s only going to get worse.” It’s only going to get worse. I let the words bounce around in my mind. Lately it seemed that everything only got worse.
Maybe I was paying some karmic debt for kicking puppies in a past life. I still wasn’t sure.
Ok, one foot in front of the other, only way out.
The clouds pelted me with lukewarm bombs.
Oh, this fucking sucks.
I thought I would want to run. I was sure I would want to get from underneath the oak to my car as quickly as humanly, or inhumanly, possible.
Instead I stood frozen under the pouring rain.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe, if this was the worst it could be, it wasn’t so bad.
Can rain sympathize with a broken soul? Can it wash away that which threatens to tear us apart?
I let the water pool in my hand. What silly questions.
But still, I’m just crazy enough to stand out here in the rain.
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