rain

This morning it is dark and cloudy--it hardly feels like morning.
Rain is pouring down. It's a drenching sort of rain. It's like the humidity decided to just go all out and let everything go at once. As I sit here by the window, I find myself holding back the urge to go out into it. I want to sit in the middle of the street, hugging my knees, and let the rain consume me. Little, inconsequential details hold me back: my clothes would get wet, my mom would look at me funny. Why do those things stop me?