100 Words: Rain in the afternoon

Rain in the afternoon, then a break toward evening for my walk through spattering drops, and then steady ones, and then the feeling of pushing through velvet, through curtains of heavy water, slicking away vision, soaking weight into my shirt, while all the time the Piano Sonata in E-Flat Major (“The Hunt”) flares manically in my earbuds and beats time with my splashing steps. Warmer air holds more moisture; every year we bring heaven closer, and every angel is terrifying. Living the loop between home and away, each of them dissolving into the other. The lake in flight, heavy air.