Snow for two days, then you came out to play for a week; it's probably time for rain.
It's cool and dark before you rise, the rain seems fitting. I open my umbrella and set off on my journey, the reflection of the street lights playing with the shadows they cast on the wet ground.
The rain quickens its pace, the wind rushes, and so do I, counting my steps against the steady rhythm of the raindrops falling.
I step into a puddle and surprise myself with a splash. It reminds me to smile, and enjoy all that the moment has to offer.
I'll be well on my way by the time you rise. Won't you come join me?