Partly Cloudy, if that.
It started with one drop of rain. I was on my way home to work.  It hit right in the middle of my head. It didn't look like rainy weather. Partly cloudy, if that.  I didn't think anything of it. Except that it was a  pretty cold drop. But thats it. That tiny fraction of a second, where your mind thinks "hey, that was a pretty cold raindrop there." I suppose we all have those thoughts, those quick sparks of thought that come and go.

Once i hit the freeway there was traffic, as usual. the I17 was a bottle-neck coming from the north. All of the new housing development, had only one entrance and exit. The main artery, interstate 17. Much like ancient Egypt, how the Nile was the only real way to travel from upper to lower Egypt. It started to rain a little harder. I could hear the different "pats" and "tats" against the window. Not rainy enough for windshield wipers. Plus, my truck's wipers have worn out on the rubber part that actually wipes the water off the windshield. So instead of wiping, it kind of moves the water around. Not very effective, maybe that was the problem. Well, thats off the subject.

Finally finding a parking spot at my newly acquired white-collar job, i started to quickly turn into the space, when i nearly hit somebody walking from my blind spot. I let out an unnecessary  blow of the horn, as if it was her fault. It wasn't her fault, and it never would be. Her name was Sky, a co-worker. An oriental girl with fresh tattoos on her arm, and a brand new glimmering diamond ring on her finger. She had just got out of her neon green VW Bug i suspect.  I admired her. I have always had some kind of strange attraction to foreign girls, especially those from Asia. Even more so ones with tattoos. Something about Asian girls with traditional American styled Ink screams "attractive" in my brain. I instantly regretted my overreaction when i saw her face when my horn belched a drawn-out scream. She was as shocked as i was. I'm almost certain she let out a little yelp, i can't be sure due to my honk. She hurried past my pickup, almost in fear of me running her down. I felt stupid. I took a moment and watched her walk towards the entrance of the building. I thought "i wonder why she isn't wearing a coat in this rain?"

At my desk i sat, neglecting the paperwork to my right, just out of eye-shot. I stared at my outdated monitor, thinking about anything but work. Thats when i felt the leak. The ceiling was leaking, right on my head. This just annoyed me. I tried to move out of spot i thought was dripping, but it continued to trickle onto my skin. It was cold water. I tried to inspect the ceiling where i thought the drip was coming from. A ice cold  drop hit me right in my eye. This annoyed me further, so i got up to complain to my supervisor. i walked about 6 paces from my cubicle when another drop hit my ear! My God! Is this leak following me?

My supervisor, and my supervisor's supervisor both had come by my cubicle to see the leak. There was no physical evidence of a leak. I was stressed, i could swear it kept dripping on me while i talked to them. I would look around franticly trying to find where it was leaking from. My supervisor ended the issue with "It's not even raining out, why would it be leaking?"
 I told him as he walked off that it was sprinkling out. He didn't seem to hear. And why should he? I was only a peon, a paperwork slave. No college under my belt accept a measly old psychology 101 class. A useless class in the world. As is any, without a degree. I stood looking over my cubicle, thinking about nothing in particular, probably how i hate rain and supervisors right now. Thats when mine and Sky's eyes met again, she was walking down the hallway, perhaps to the restroom, or telephone. To call her husband? To tell him what a dick i was? Maybe and perhaps. Who knows. Maybe she called to say goodbye. Another drop plopped on my head.

I walked outside and wished i had a umbrella. I walked to my truck, only to find that my tire had been flat, a silver nail sticking out the back of it. "Fuck!" i exclaimed, kicking the side of the wet truck. The water was so cold and i hadn't brought my coat. I opened my truck door and grabbed my jack from behind the seat. Some nameless coworker who i was in training class with came to give me a helping hand. Thats when i started to realize something was really wrong. "Isn't this shit cold?" i said to him as he pumped the unused jack.
 "what shit?" he replied.
"the rain" i continued, rolling the spare tire like a huge doughnut  "shoulda' brought a fuckin' coat"
"haha, what are you talkin' about man?" His big fuzzy eyebrows lifting in confusion. He looked stupid.  I didn't respond. I had a gut feeling something was wrong. Couldn't he feel the rain? Couldn't he see that i was drenched? The more i thought about it the more angry i got. I actually got angry quite quickly, and raised my voice. "The rain you dumbass! The rain hitting your head? Are you fucking stupid?" I shouted. i hadn't have shouted at somebody in a long time, and for a second i scared myself. He dropped the jack and walked off, baffled and fearful. "nutso" i heard under the splattering of the rain.

A hour or so, after battling the spare and the jack, i was speeding home, and the sun had already set. The pounding of the rain of my trucks roof pissed me off, so i cranked up the radio dial. i caught the tail end of whatever punk-pop song was making girls scream at the feet of tattooed, and dyed boys wearing tight clothes. Thats when the radio jockey started talking about how today's Fall out Boy's outdoor concert was awesome, and what a great sunny day to have it on. "ITS FUCKING POURING OUT!" I yelled at nobody.

I swerved into a gas station, hardly missing the curb. I could barley see through all the water on my windshield. I jumped out of the truck and the rain hit he like a wall of ice. I scrambled inside to the acne-ridden cashier. "LOOK OUT THERE! ITS RAINING! DO YOU SEE IT? CANT YOU HEAR IT? SMELL IT?"
 He looked at me, agog. All the dry customers looked on me, equally awe-struck. They couldn't see my tears underneath all the water on my face. Or could they? Could they see me standing there soaked? Could they see my tears as clear as day? Nobody said anything, nobody moved. I froze for a second, staring at the good sized rattlesnake skinned hunting knife for sale on the counter. I grabbed it. And held it out in front of me. Pointing it at the pimply cashier. I stood there, almost in a trance, staring, waiting. A man behind me grabbed my shoulder, thats when i sunk the knife in. Into his sternum. Piercing his lung. I let go of the knife, and he fell to the ground, rattlesnake handle unnaturally protruding from his chest. He fell hard onto the handle, pushing the blade deeper into his chest. I ran out of the store. Nobody stopped me. The cold rain made it down my back before i had made it to my truck. I sped off. Speeding faster than i ever had before. Dripping.

5 miles from the gas station, i was going near 84 miles per hour. i could see less than i could before. The rain was coming down so hard now it was like trying to navigate a bullet blindfolded. I was crying so hard that my ears hurt from the sounds coming from me. Had i just killed a man? Why did i do that? Am i going crazy? Am i going to get the electric chair? The rain pelted even harder. And even harder if possible. I drove faster. The sound was so loud. It was like i parked under a waterfall now. Water started to pour in from the windows, I'm guessing the windows had shattered under the pressure. it filled my truck. water was spraying in my face so hard i couldn't look forward. And then, it stopped. Silence. No water, no broken glass, no sound. Just me, in my truck, and a red light. Then a neon green blur.

I hit so hard that my skull shattered against the steering wheel. It was so loud that i was instantly deafened at impact. Glass poured in on me, following it  twisted metal. I undoubtedly killed the other driver. The car was much smaller than mine.  If i hadn't killed them, they would be paralyzed. My truck spun, airborne, finally making its final landing after knocking out a fire hydrant. sheet metal was through my abdomen, twisting and sharp. Blood poured out from where i suspect my vital organs  lie. I remember seeing a crowd rushing around the broken neon green machine, more than 34 feet from me. I hope she did make that last call to her newlywed.

A drop of water hit me, followed by the pouring of the broken hydrant.