Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28428152-20170208005947

This one is a little piece I jotted down today after some heavy rain this morning. Any tips or advice would ve great. Thanks!

I Love the Rain

I love the rain. I love how it just seems to make everything better. Smoother, even. Most people just like the idea of rain. They like the sound it makes when heard from inside, or how it can be an outward expression of the sadness they feel within. They like to look gloomily out the window and dwell upon the sad and unfair things in life. But I'm different. I don't like it because I find it relaxing. I don't to sit and absently daydream out of a rainy window. No, I like to be in the rain. I like to be in the kind of rain that’s so heavy you can't see or hear. You see, nobody notices the woman sneaking up behind them as they're foolishly rushing to shelter, nor does anybody hear the muffled screams as they're dragged into the trunk. Nobody cares to think twice about a car parked on the side of the road, and nobody sure as hell can hear the screaming coming from the woods.

It hasn't rained in a while, but there's supposed to be one heck of a rainstorm tonight. And I can feel the first droplets already starting to fall. 