Rio P.O.V.
The downpour was so heavy that to be caught unaware meant being drenched to the skin. Each drop was as large as a cartoon tear, and they felt like gravity had been turned up a notch. Every person able to run picked up their pace, as they held up futile hands skyward to fend off the worst and the world was cast into more somber tones.
I don't own an umbrella. But I guess now I can afford to buy one. Plus, I could get a couple of new pants, shirts and underwear from Goodwill.
As I walked faster to work my shift in the motel, my mind wondered back to Traci. Was she okay? Who was she actually running from? She seemed nice. Why did she show up here out of the blue? Why, now? I have already lost all feelings towards life. Her showing up looking and smelling like hope wasn't going
