I’m on my way to work, it’s pouring down rain. The kind of rain where your wipers can’t go fast enough.
There are three overpasses I drive under on my way to work. I love it when it’s raining, and you go under one, it’s like
The silence underneath the overpass can be, in itself, so loud. It’s the suddenness of the rain not hitting your car.
It’s like you’re in a surreal movie. The rain is falling down, then you take two steps, and you’re out of it. But in front of you, there is a wall of rain.
Like life, downpour, then silence,
Then the downpour again.
I think I’ll stop under the overpass, imagine I’m like a GOD,
And the rain doesn’t touch me.