it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain

while searching for something in last semester's work for my capstone class, i stumbled on this drabble. i dont remember writing it and have no idea why it's in the middle of my school stuff, but here you go:

Rain is pouring down in torrents. Newly formed rivers run down the pavement, pooling into puddles. Trees form dark swaying patterns against the night sky. The only light is that of a solitary street lamp, fighting a losing battle against the darkness. Illuminating a small circle in golden light. Standing in the light is a bedraggled figure – soaked to the skin, shoulders hunched against the cold wind. Dark hair is plastered to the pale forehead. Clothes are stuck to its form, providing no relief from the wet or cold. Cheeks wet with rivers of tears and rivers of rain.

oh, and remember how i was stuck in drabble mode before and would only write drabbles?? yeah, i'm over that.

*Be Mine - Robyn