IT'S BEGINNING TO FEEL A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS

or so the boss sings.

the rain seemed pretty insistent on its rhythm, pattering on the skylight at consistent intervals.

amplifying as if reaching some kind of denouement.

and then ceasing as we get too caught up in its heavy set.

the rain seems to feel me.

it settled on me like a lover, unabashed at its intensity.

drawing my energy and leaving me a heap on the cold, hard floor.

i whimpered as i came home.

because i felt cold, and hot and messed.

the hot shower and soup didn't help.

and now, i find myself obliviating in the darkness of my room.

unfeeling my sheets.

and then...

writing how i feel about the rain.