Where is your(my) plot, what is your(our) syntax?

I had to walk through a wall of water to get to the library today. The library, a bubble for the body as well as the mind. In this third story look out the rain blurs the normally rigid lines of the Aurora bridge, breaks up the smooth curves of cars coursing over it like blood through an artery. It disturbs me for a moment. I can't see, I can't see, I can't see.

Imagine a small dot of water left over on a kitchen table, making its little resistance against the pushing air. That is the inverse of my environment. One film negative in a digital world. This library is...

wait.

I don't have to explain everything, do I?