Chase Thomas Brackenridge

My World

Rain continued to pelt against the window of the living room. It was constant. Never ending. To some it was a peaceful sound to the ears that allowed them to forget their worries for that time. To others it was a reminder that the sun never shined again on the city. An empty feeling. It made one crave the simple warmth that was taken for granted ages past. That constant heat which pounded against the back of your neck as you moved about and lived the life you thought you understood.