The Rain

The rain drenched me, soaking my jeans that now felt like wet sponges pressing against my legs. It slipped past my yellow raincoat and slapped my plastic boots, bouncing up violently and splashing my face. Not long after, I appeared as if I had just gotten out of a swimming pool, and from head to toe water was steadily dripping. Puddles were taking form in potholes that had been pounded out by the buckets of pouring rain. Not a single ray of the bright sunshine could be seen, and the tears that rolled out from my blue eyes flooded my already bathed figure. I could only see thunder and clouds beyond the slits of trees. All of a sudden, I could abruptly no longer feel my soul, only the rain that kept pouring on and on.