I got the idea for this when I was sitting outside and it started raining. It wasn't very hard so I stayed outside, also I like rain. I like when you can feel each individual raindrop. It started raining harder but I stayed outside. It just kept getting worse. The pavement was dark from the rain, where as when I came out it was light and dry. It got really cold and hard not like when it first started and I didn't really like it that much anymore, but it was kind of addicting. Then it got worse again and I couldn't feel all the raindrops, I just felt wet. I watched it start from the beginning, but I didn't stick around to watch it end. I couldn't bare it anymore. You could think of the rain as a metaphor for lots of things. I don't want to tell you what I was thinking of because I don't want to make your decision for you.