It’s raining outside, so heavily it feels like the sheer force of it will batter the house apart.
Maybe it will! That would be exciting for a little while, then after that it’d be cold and wet and somewhat depressing.
I feel like I need to come up with something profound, because if I don’t, but I write something anyway, it will just end up being angst-ridden crap.
Well, watching a rainbow through the broken ceiling would be pretty cool.