And I ran. 

The rain was heavy.

Out of the safety of the well-lit bus stop.

From what?

For what?

Why?

This, I do not know.

I ran. 

Through the rain.

Into the darkness.

I had alternatives.

A nice warm bus.

An umbrella.

I chose to run.

Away from what?

This I do not know.

But I ran.

Ran.

Wet.

Through the rain.

Through the night.