The rain starts as I step out my front door. Droplets touch my hands as I check my mail, but the thought of aborting my venture does not sway me. The warm air and petrichor surround me and I wander into the twilight.
It is bucketing down before my bus has even left the city, and the sky is darkening unusually early. I wonder if my plan for drawing at the beach is over ambitious. The water is already thick on the roads. Deep puddles hinder movement and visibility stretches barely 3 cars ahead. It seems the sky feels this rainfall is long overdue. Sad strangers in summer suits seek shelter in stupefaction. White waves wash the roads as we ride westward. Bounding boys brave the pooling pathways.
I got lost in alliteration.
Thus, unfinished.
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