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I dont even know why I write this. It came out of no where and I just had to write it down, so I did. There is no purpose in this story neither does it have an ending. You guys will just have to deal with it XP

RANDOM DRABBLE.

It was a cold day today. The clouds, dark and angry, poured tremendous amount of tiny cold droplets onto the surface of the Earth, attacking innocent skyscraper dwellers. The gentle breeze, under the influence of the rain, turned violent within seconds and howled through the city, disorientating minds of the weak. A shiver went down my spine and my eyebrows twitched sporadically as soon as I stepped out of my house. The weather was not what I expected it to be: warm. Sighing, I turned back in to get my jacket and donned it. Clutching it to my body and holding an umbrella up in my other hand, I began my journey to polar town.

As soon as I reached my destination, the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degree celcius and the clouds, darker than usual. I suddenly felt thirsty. I scanned the area, and spotted a vending machine. Almost immediately, I walked to it, seeing that I was not given any other option to quench my unbearable thirst. Hastily, I dug out my wallet from the front apartment of my backpack and searched for coins. Grunting at the insufficient amount, I stomped on the cold hard ground once.

A young man of early twenties clad in baggy clothes seemed to have noticed my predicament and came to offer me help.

"How much more do you need?"

"Thirty more cents," came my reply. It sounded raspier than I originally intended it to be, and I'd hope that he did overlook the curt response. I needed his assistance after all. Luckily, he did not seem to care and pulled out the said amount from his pocket before tossing it to me.

"Hope that it helps, see ya!" He said as he trotted on and mingled into the crowd, left hand still visible as he waved it.

I began plunging down the coins into the Vending machine before pressing a button and a cold can of green tea fell down with a 'plop'. My icy fingers worked its way to the drink, forced it open before I gulpped it down. It was as first, cool and chilling, but later, as more of the liquid coursed down my throat, I had to endure a freezing sensation. I stopped drinking and my gaze wandered around, all the while giving my body time to regain some of its the lost warmth.