The stranger in the rain (idea)

Sitting inside with the rain coming down so fast it made my vision burry, I saw birds fly away to a place they wanted to go, I envied them and their freedom.

Out the door, in the rain, I ran, ran until I lost my breath, until I found a place I wanted to be.

Sitting on a cold step, sitting in the rain, strangers hurried past me, the looks on their occupied faces said that they didn't understand, nobody understood, until one face wasn't the same as the rest, this face was smiling with wide eyes, walking as if someone had set her life in slow motion. I didn't recognise the look on her face, but I knew she understood.