It is raining furiously.
I wish I could disappear, dissolve and dissipate in the rain.
It’s supposed to rain all day, and I’ve got a bag of potato chips, a bottle of Petite Sirah and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.
Since I could not evaporate, I might as well drown.
The rain ceases before it starts again, moving on quickly, while the heat stays.
Time hastens away, betraying me.