Morning rain is pouring on my windscreen as I drive home.
Harsh, cold, relentless rain making the view blurry.
What happened to the sunshine yesterday? The warmth last night?
All gone in an instant.

I found safety in a metal shell but I know, sooner or later, I must face the outside world again.
For now I wipe the windows and zone out to music.
It shares my feelings. It's felt the rain before. It's comforting.
At this point I wish I still had at least a flame to keep me warm...
I'd probably be too scared of getting burnt at the chance.

The downpour caught me off-guard. I feel cold. I'm weighed down with this costume.
If only I had seen it coming, I could have been prepared.
You could've let me stay. I would've held you through the storm.
Perhaps then we may have seen sunny days again.
I can see the sun is there, It's just masked by the dark clouds.

Time. Time will pass, as will the clouds.
The sun will return.
I will travel until I find it,
A place bright and warm.

If only I can summon the courage to get out again.