It was like a single water droplet hitting a lake, but I couldn’t figure out if I was the water droplet, or the lake itself. . .
Every rainfall starts with a single drop of water, hitting the ground, trees, other bodies of water, or people.
And you can remember what a rainstorm feels like, right?
Being a writer often feels as if you are the water, but also the unlucky person getting drenched by the stuff.
Then the rain becomes almost as thick as a wall, cold and loud.
It’s something so large and encompassing that spans both measurements of hours and miles. . .
Feel free to add onto this in the comments, I’d love to hear from you.