TheDarkSide53

It was raining. He ran down the street, the water streaming down his face and dripping off his chin onto the shiny cobbles below. They fell into the small cracks in the pavement, working their way between the worried stones like rivers running through valleys, trickling bit by bit through the maze of lines before sloshing into the gutter like a waterfall. The sky donned a cloak of cloudy grey, the buckets of pouring rain cascading down from the frothing, churning mass, splattering against the pavement like a net full of wet fish emptied over the harbour. The houses around him stood silent, looming like giants overhead as he went, honey colou