[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
Wet, thick, heavy. The kind of rain which pins you inside and closes the outside world. It envelops glass windows in a thick pane of water, ever changing as the wind whips it by. It hammers, loud, fat drops banging against the window glass, not deafening but loud enough not to ignore. A reminder of the power of nature, the world we live in. Even though it is outside and you are inside, it makes you feel calm, the calmness you get from looking up at the stars or looking across an endless vista.
But this is just rain, hammering against the window pane.