Through The Rain
Rain danced across my windshield as I strained to see through the streaky glass, my impatience bubbling beneath the surface. The driver’s next move could reveal everything, yet waiting had never come easy to me. Pressing my face against the cold window, I tried to decipher the plan—what was the driver thinking, and where exactly were we headed on this wet, twisted day?
Through The Rain
Straining To See
I leaned forward, squinting through the downpour as shadows moved within the bus, their shapes blurred by the relentless rain that distorted my view. Frustration edged in as I struggled to catch even the smallest clue, my breath fogging up the glass until I wiped it clean with my sleeve. What was really happening in there? The rain, more secretive than revealing, seemed determined to keep the truth hidden on this strange and curious journey.
Straining To See
