Mirage of the Rain

**This piece a fiction.**

Yes, it was a rainy day.
I was watching the sky. The day was hot but cloudy. I look up to the sky to see when it would rain. Then, the thunder came.
The sound was ground-braking. It was followed by a blinding light. Then, it rained.
Poured and poured. The rain was heavy. I cannot see beyond one meter.
The room was well-lit, full of furnitures made of wood, dry and safe. It looked so comfortable.
I turned back to the window, felt the cold spreading in, and saw some shadows.
Like real, like mirage, the shadows moved in the shade of rain.
I could not see it very well. It felt close yet far away in this rain that things beyond one meter can't be seen. It looked like a line of horses, women, ancient vehicles, and ceremony ornaments, dancing in the rain. Mirage, yet fastinating.