The clouds felt heavy. The sky looked dismal. An apocalyptic aroma lingered with perpetual persistence as the drops catapulted themselves on the pavement hard enough to bounce back and ricochet off others falling subsequently creating a mid-air explosion of raindrops. As if to allude to the possibility that this world was finally being consumed by its own rigorous force of the blue source. Days like this made the sun feel inferior. I couldn't help but associate my mood with the orange giant, the recluse ball of fire, as I walked home, drenched, but nonetheless smiling at the absurdity of it all. I slowed down and let my soul be refreshed...fuck it...getting wet was inevitable.
-YB?
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