The weather reflects my soul.

I went for a run and the dark, overcast sky mirrored the heaviness of my soul. As I plodded along the asphalt (actually walking most of the way... damn being out of shape...) the rain slowly started to drip out, steadily getting stronger. I just wanted it to cloud burst, and it wouldn't. The closest it got was when I turned onto my street, running into the wind, the raindrops stung my skin. It was... invigorating? But not quite all I needed. I was waiting for the cloudburst to break open the sky and my soul. Relieve me of the burden of the excess rain.