Human solitude.
What a way to experience it out of class today.
Not the usual verbal garbage with famous quotes of short stories woven out of loneliness and hiding in corners.

Why must it rain.
The pitter-patter woke me up, to think that it was the air-conditioner leaking.
Uncomfortable sleeps.
Unwarranted nightmares of cars, pesky kids and a torn family.

Too much self-sympathy there,
Oozing like thick yellow pus from a festering wound.
Needs to go out,
But I'm afraid,
Afraid of the rain.
Too afraid.
Of lack of empathy and care.