The lightning struck again and the wind howled louder than usual. The children all hurried away under their umbrellas, sparing a curious glance in my direction as they passed. A car drove past me, ruthlessly splashing water to its left side, my side. I heard the voice of a mother call out to her children to come home. Thunder roared overhead and the woman’s voice rose, a sharp edge creeping into it. I kept walking.
I reached the empty park, which seemed to echo with the sounds of the playing children, who had all left now. I dared to look up at the sky, tried to defeat the rage of the rain. It hurt, it did, but I tried nonetheless. The sky was grey, no surprise at all. Clouds hung, thick and monstrous, blessing me with their wrath. The rain won and I looked down, only to look up again, and smile.
I had nowhere to go, unlike the other kids. The sky was all I had, all I will ever have, but at this moment, I had it all to myself.