Rain.
I can feel every drop on the fabric covering me. It's cold, but welcoming. Washes away.
I stand in the rain, in the middle of a road. The comfort and safety of my car is right behind me. The only car here, and you'll find, my heart will be the only one beating. For miles around, one can't experience anything else.
Except, of course, the rain.
I always liked rain. Whether it was delicate, small droplets of water, barely noticeable if you're focused on some other task, or storm-like, showcasing the true power and indifference of nature.
I still stand here, looking down. There's something on the ground. It's hard to keep staring at it