The one time i'm on time

I'm sitting here in the middle of an empty park in the middle of an empty neighbourhood on a marble seat, thrown off by the strong wind and heavy rain- pelting my every fibre despite being under the shelter awaiting no response.
It feels so lonely, like i'd be stuck here forever.
With only plans of the future but uncertainty.
I guess this reflects life.
Sure we may be wet but at least we're taking sure steps towards our destination.
If we wait around not knowing when the rain will stop we would be waiting forever.
I guess advancement is worth the pain sometimes.