Random Short Stories

rainy hell

Is today a bad day? Or is it just me? I wondered as I pedalled furiously.

The clouds looked heavy. It wasn't raining that heavily yet, just a few small droplets splashing on my skin. However, the rain just ended. Now was the intermission as a new storm festered high above. I had to get home quick.

I hated cycling on wet days. Water from puddles would splash, bringing not only water, but also leaves, dirt and grime. It was disgusting.

The only thing I was grateful for in such gloomy weather was that it wasn't raining heavily. If it was, it would be the ultimate hell. I hated how the droplets of rain felt on my skin. It gave an icy pain, which I'd rather not experience today.

The weather wasn't the only thing making today a horrible one.

I screwed up big time:

Messed up at my job.

Hit someone else's bike.

Broke a promise.

Panicked during social interaction.

It's no wonder people would be mad at me. Even I am, at myself.

Today really is such a bad day.

Sigh... And I'm to blame.