The day was grey, the type of grey that seemed to drain the color out of the surroundings. I trudged along, my black trench coat swaying back and forth, heading toward wherever and not caring to much how I got there. You see I woke up today with a sour taste in my mouth and a scowl on my face, the kind that no number of showers could wash off. I glowered up at the dark sky daring it to rain. It's face stayed grey and unchanged, not caring about my mood nor anyone's mood for that matter. So I kept moving forward, one foot after the next, not knowing where I was going but knowing that I need to get there.
The first drop landed on the tip of my nose startling me out of my thoughts. The next drops came in quick secession worsening my already cloudy mood.
My steps quickened as the rain pounded me twore the pavement, completely soaking my coat and the cloths underneath. I broke into a sprint, running down the road toward nowhere. Suddenly my foot connected with a something hard and as I stumbled my other foot slid and I called to the cold, hard ground. I rose to my feet and angrily tried to clean off my muddy clothing. Then I continued to trudge forward, one step at a time, every step closer to nowhere.
In the distance I saw a light, it was very faint and very small, but it seemed to fill my soul with hope. So I moved toward the light and I finally arrived at my destination.
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