Fool In The Rain

The sky was crying and she had a somber gray face. There were no sets to speak of, just endless rows of white wash pouring in. If you ever want a sense of how small you really are, strap on a board and paddle in the fury with no visual sense of direction. The Ocean had a violent sweep pushing an eighth of a mile in a matter of seconds. Like a fool in the rain (with no one around), I continued in vain.