Water. That’s all I can see. 

I hastily make my way home, avoiding elbows and umbrellas, maneuvering down sidewalks and through tight alleys. Raindrops quickly seep through my gray T-shirt. My clothes seem to be glued to me and my hair is stuck to the sides of my face, always making its way back to cover my eyes. I feel as if I’m blind, stumbling down the busy streets with the city smoke and water obscuring my vision. I lift a shaky hand above my eyes, attempting to keep the droplets out, but failing. I feel like I’m drowning in arctic waters. The raindrops hits me like boulders as if I’m the victim of an avalanche. 

I quickly scramble into a deserted alleyway, away from the pushing shoulders and demanding voices on the sidewalk. Through the wall of water, I squint and see a rusty door. I tiptoe inside and am met with a dark passage. I’m insane I think as I begin stumbling blindly down the unknown tunnel, but I’m not sightless for long. I blink a few times, I’m met with something you’d never expect to see at the end of an alleyway tunnel: a sunlit forest.