Look outside,

At the weather

And no matter what,

You know it'll rain.

Maybe not today,

Maybe not even this week,

But it will.

The rain will pound and crush

And you know you can't stop it.

You'll watch it as it covers you,

Filling your boots

And hitting your hands,

Until it reaches your face,

And it will run like streams,

Blocking your lungs.

You will look at the clock

And think, your last thought,

'I could've have had one more day.'