When the Rain Stopped Falling

soaked. Everything, even how triumphant, how majestic an object is, can be dampened by the force of nature. So here I am, being wea

th all my effort to get to the park bench as fast as I could, I had tackled a few shoulders of people going the opposite way. But all of it was for naught and I was too late. All the covered benches were occupied by people who had no

tle cover from the tall tree behind. Flashes of lightning ensued by a series of deafening thunders rattled me as the cold breeze continued to