Outside of my window I heard this pinging against the metal of my air conditioner. I searched out for a sign of what it was and to my surprise it was pouring. At around 71° I decided it was perfect. It was perfect to wash away whatever it was that made the cold rain dripping on my skin so soothing. As I stepped outside I thought of how horrid it would be if I caught a cold from this. I could feel the coolness in my lungs already, leaving me gasping and coughing pretty much at the same time.

It was beautiful though. The feeling of cool droplets of rain, which I think should have turned to ice from how cold it felt on my back and on my face. I realized soon enough it wasn't possible for snow or any ice to survive as a solid in this deadly heat.

I thought I was in some sort of peace with all that was around me. I felt my smile spreading and the feel of the rain dripping from my lips onto my teeth was the only thing in the world that mattered.

It was slowly starting to cease. I could tell because the droplets falling on my eyelids were not as hard and did not force me to react, like when the restless nights of forced sleep leaves your eyelids, yet closed, squeezing uncomfortably.

Out of breath I fell to the freezing ground, which welcomed me with a puddle. The puddle splashed on my legs and I could feel the water dribbling down my thighs. As the droplets warmed with every movement down my skin, which seemed to be below normal body temperature from being exposed to such coldness, the sense of it faded.

Nothing but my senses were intact. I was just a little girl, oblivious to every moving thing around me except the faint monstrous noise of the motorcycle zooming by.