044: misfortune

When it all began, the sun shone brightly in the midday sky; sounds of wayward birds carried on the winding breeze, a sign of hope. An hour passed, or perhaps just a minute, and the sun had been hidden by thick clouds of gray, soon releasing a downpour that erupted into a full deluge, an unyielding, incessant flood from the sky. Another minute or hour, depending on relativity, and the sun--tired of being cast aside and hidden away--took its affairs to another part of the world, leaving nothing but the rain.

All while locked out of my apartment...