I am a down pour. You know the kind. The ones where you look out your window and it doesn’t look like anything is happening, but you look at the puddles, or go outside, or even focus on the sky for a moment and realize it’s pouring. I am that rain. The one who can go unnoticed, but still does so much damage. The one that is so loved and so hated. I am a breezy, chilly, nearly unnoticeable, painful, screaming, downpour.