[ WP ] You only see the ghost when it rains .

The desert air was hot against my face as I exited the DMV. God I hate Arizona. But its one of the safer places for me. 
 
 It started a few years ago. The first time I saw him it was in a summer shower. There were barely enough clouds to cover the sky. You could barely see the rain. I was in my office and I looked outside, seeing the drops hit the puddle in the street. At first I was confused because some idiot was standing in the rain. Then he stepped forward into the puddle. Or he should have. His foot sank into it but he did n't break the water. There was no ripple. 
 
 Each time it would rain I would see him. He would always come towards me. No one else could ever see him, and as soon as he was out of the rain he would disappear. The worst were the thunderstorms. He would get as close as he could and rage. He would scream and pound at the window. Once he cracked the glass. When that happened I knew I had to leave. 
 
 I still see him, but not often. It only rains about 30 times a year here. The sun burns me, and the heat cracks my skin, but I do n't have live in fear of a cloud. 
 
 But next week work is sending me to Seattle...
