NickBee

Some storms pass through a city. Others ask you to walk through them. The streets were louder than the thunder. The lights reflected off every puddle like they were trying to point me somewhere. I never had a destination. Just the feeling that if I kept walking long enough, the city would tell me something I’d been too busy to hear.

Every block looked different in the rain. The city felt unfamiliar…like I was seeing it for the first time.

Traffic never stopped. Neither did I.

By the time the storm began to fade, I realized I wasn’t trying to escape it anymore. I was just trying to remember this feeling.