Rain Humbles

Rain Humbles 

The screams had turned to silence as sunlight met steel. The clocks returned to their normal pace--their hands no longer stalled by the grip of an invisible, but not unfamiliar, force. Valves no longer opened to drown the spirits, but to wash away the pain. 

The echo of each step upon the concrete floor increased my solitude. The concepts of future and past vanished. I stood beneath the suffocating clouds wondering if I would be cleansed or drowned by the rains.