il a plu ce soir

pov - it is sunny and not in a good will-make-you-happy way. instead it is hot and the streets are empty. your clothes stick to your skin, nothing brings you comfort anymore. all you do is wait for some relief and then it starts to rain. slow at first, but later heavily. 

you are in the kitchen, dancing to the oldest of tracks; the ones you think you absolutely forgot about, but when they play, you remember each and every line, you know?

it is thundering and nothing can give you such joy. it is the same kind of joy you get when you hear the sounds of tired raindrops finally falling down. the joy of eating alone if you long to be untethered, or the joy of eating with company if you long the warmth of family idiocracies.

rains are reliable, they will be there always. they may skip a year or two but they'll show up, no lies, a little drama. 

pov - it is raining in a will-make-you-happy way. there is no other way it rains. the streets are empty. your clothes stick to your skin, but you don't mind it.