A prompt from Magpie Tales
I once thought of running
Away from lonely days, away from thoughts unbecoming, away from the person I am
I once thought rain was cleansing, as my shiny black church shoes splashed against the wet pavement
Once life seemed fulfilling, rain seemed gloomy on cloudy days, and I longed to be inside warming my feet near the fire
Running from my problems holds less charm than it once held, gracefully fixing my troubles is the trend right now.
Right as rain, and so on.