The rain came this morning, just like my dread. Each little droplet of something to cross off collecting in little pools across the sidewalks and crannies of my mind, mixing with the mud of my fears, insecurities and deepest dreams, trickling into patches of grass swollen with water, or racing to a drain where I can safely let it run away.
It's strange to walk around a place that looks like the inside of your own head.
My boots softly splash in the puddles of things I need to do.
Time to get wet.
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