[ WP ] `` It 's just the rain ''

The view from the window of the living room was mediocre at best. From the third floor flat, I could peer over the tenements across the way and in the distance see the city centre and the high rise flats to the north east. The leafy west end of the city was visible from my room at the back of the flat. The trees had been my only comfort for three days. 
 
 Of these three days, I had done very little. I had slept, I occasionally urinated, and drank from time to time. The rest of the time, I wanted to leave my bed but the cursing of myself for not leaving my bed sooner upset me and willed me to stay longer. If I turned to the left, I could see the trees. They were covered in golden leaves of autumn and fading to scarlets and dropping off. 
 
 For three days I had stayed in my room. A glass three days dirty had got me water from my bedroom sink. I rationalised that it would make me ill. No longer did I have the need to spend more time in bed. 
 
 So I sat munching on some toast feeling something. I had mustered up a lot of courage to enter the kitchen but I had done it. The sky greyed. My flatmate returned from work. He said his pleasantries and that was that. 
 
 `` What got you from your room today? Hungry?'' 
 
 `` No,'' said I. `` It's just the rain...'' and we looked to the window and it started to pour.
