The rain came quickly, though not unwelcomed. The rain has always had a soothing power over me. Even now, when my hands are bloodied, my heart pounding and my mind in shambles, I am…calmed.

Plip. Plop.

What?

Plip. Plop.

Oh. Whose blood? What a silly question, of course it is a person's blood, let me just...oh, dear. It seems to be my blood. Ah, well, perhaps the rain was not as soothing as a thought…merely the endorphins, flooding my system to vacate me of pain.

Plip.

Plop.

I am tired, so...very tired. I shall close my eyes for a moment; a short rest is all I require.

Plip.

Plop.

Raindrops are so relaxing...

Plip.

Plop.

Plip.

Plop.