raining

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I wish it dark. I’m glad the rain’s coming down. The valet attendants run around grabbing car keys and pulling into the parking garage. Everybody walks in and gives me dirty looks like the rain is my fault. There’s a line and they’re all annoyed; she blames me and the rain for the mascara stains on her cheeks and he blames me and the rain for soaking his suitcase. Here’s your key, sir. Enjoy your stay, ma’am. Enjoy the weather!
It’s a rare good mood and it’s poisonous. I want to shout at them and shoot my arms to the sky. Why be the sad? Why are you frowning! Rub your makeup around your cheeks, trip through the door! Sign this formality and rip it up, it’s the weekend!
It’s barely raining when I leave the hotel. I drive under bleak lights and through empty streets. I feel naked and alone. The music pumps me alive. No one else exists. I’m driving and driving and going nowhere, but floating into the sky. The clouds are all corpses, slowly rising and dying far above our heads. Their blood drips down, rain platters my windshield. It’s the weekend and I’m driving home, alone, for this short second.