I was standing in the middle of the road that day. The rain was hitting me harder than I could imagine; the icey feel of the sky's tears was refreshing somehow. I could see the figure standing across the street from me, and they were more than likely going to try and bring me inside. I just stood there, my own tears traveling down my face as they came closer to me. 

"Why are you outside, its raining!" They yelled over the sound of thunder, hair dripping from the heavy rainfall. 

"Why do you care? You never want to see me again remember?" I could hear my voice breaking with every word. 

"I was just upset. You know that. Please come inside." They wouldn't let me stay where my mind was calm. But the plead in their voice was making me want to go inside. 

"Please, you will get sick." 

"So will you." 

"Whats the point of all this?"

"I'll find my peace, out here in the rain."