I bolted upright from the sofa bed when I realized that my pillow is already soaking wet. I'm well aware that I cried myself to sleep last night, but no, it was not drenched because of my tears. It was just raining.
I was tempted to catch a few drops on my palm but hesitated when I felt the all too familiar ache in my chest. Looking out, I noticed that the sky was overcast with heavy clouds - clouds that are most probably as heavy as my heart.
A low pressure area has been in the weather news last night but it has obviously turned into something more. A storm has clearly set in, along with the storm that invaded my life.
With a sigh, I reached up and closed the glass window to prevent the rain, and the pain, from coming in. I rubbed my temple as my head begin to throb and I could
