Drip. Drop, drop, drop. The pangs of rain fell on the window boxes. I rolled over in bed and shrank back into the covers each time I heard it. It was time to rise, but I wouldn’t get up. I had already rolled over three times.
Drip.Drop,drop,drop. The sky had opened up, and I rolled on my back, staring at the ceiling. The sounds of the storm suddenly make me want to get up, but I am pressed to the bed. Drip. Drop, drop, drop. The wind swept the rain sideways across my window. I sat up, pulled my clothes on, and pushed the laundry at my feet into the hamper. I had conquered the monotony of the storm.
Drip. Drop, drop, drop. The car swerved in the pelting rain. I slowed down and felt the struggle in front of me. I made my way towards the exit ramp and pulled over. Drip. Drop, drop, drop. I heard the rain on my campground tent. The unknown
wilderness surrounded me, and I was squirming in my sleeping bag with my clothes. I felt I had conquered the raindrops and moved towards a lifted spirit.
