It was getting late (F/M)

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It was getting late.

The full moon above, lighting your way.

You knew that you shouldn’t have been out, but you couldn’t resist.

Your journey was aimless and you had no goal in mind.

You just wanted to feel the cool breeze upon your skin after being locked down for so long.

As you stray further from your front door, you noticed the moon being shadowed.

As you lifted your gaze, you could see the rolling, dark clouds flickering in the distance.

They crept ever closer, blanketing the sky entirely above your head.

Then suddenly, you felt it.

The first drop of rain struck your cheek and ran down to your collar.

That first drop made you shiver, it was cool, yet refreshing.

Unlike the first drop, which made you smile, the many that followed after, made you run.

Your calm and casual stroll had now become a dash for shelter.

Seeing no lights on, and only strangers doorways to huddle in, you kept going.