A Book of Deep Unorganized Thoughts

Raindrops

Ok so first story of hopefully the many. Please don't judge, but here it is.
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It was a cold dreary night outside. The cool air blowed and rushed through the trees. I tossed and turned and finally decided I couldn't sleep. i looked out the window, waiting for something to happen.
Then, all of a sudden it starting pouring. I could see and hear the rain on the pavement and the pools of water already accumulating at the bottom of the driveway.
I started to think of uncontrolled feelings and how sometimes you just can't help but burst into tears. Feelings just completely overwhelm you and you don't know what to do except cry.
At that point my insides were screaming. I had created puddles of my own rain on my pillow. Like always, I cried silently and cautiously so that my parents couldn't hear. I stared out the window with my face wet with tears. I kept thinking about my friends and all the times I messed up. I thought about my parents and my unsatisfied life. (Whispers: well everyone's home life is unsatisfying. And if it wasn't, then we'd live with our parents forever)
I felt like the rain sounded sad. The rain was cold and calm, but sad. It might be my own feelings affecting how the way I think about the rain, but it legitimately sounded sad.
As it poured more and more, I thought that the rain had feelings too. I mean animals and organisms have feelings, so why can't compounds like H2O have feelings?
If it doesnt, than maybe it might be our own feelings affecting the mood of the rain on the window. Eventually, the sadness would stop and the rain would die down, but those feelings go away temporarily. They'll come back as soon as another cloud is ready to burst.
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So there it is, my first story! I hope you guys like it. Comment and tell me what you think about it. Really excited to know your point of view.