she runs through the rain like madness consumes a person beaten for reasons unlocatable. the fear causes the running. and she knows she can't stop. the burning lungs. the dead legs. the shoes and socks sopped with blood or guts or rain water. nothing matters, only the fear of the unknown disaster that keeps her going. through the streets. she knows no matter what, he is with her, the ring in her pocket probably soaked through to silenced. she knows that no matter what, she can't stop. she's got to keep running for home.