Someone once told me that some people like the rain because they're too sad to let the sun brighten their day and I laughed because I was young and I believed that everyone loved the sun.
Then I grew up and I started to like the feeling of the rain on my skin because it matched my tear stained face.
One day I was walking in the rain, not sure if I was crying or if it was rain wetting my cheeks and I remembered the time I was laughing because the idea of people loving the rain seemed so ridiculous.
I looked up at the rain-crying sky and I didn't really know if I wanted to laugh or cry because I finally understood how it felt, but it was a depressing thought to know that I grew up to be one of those who liked the rain because it masked her tears.
I don't even know if I can write or if anyone wants to read this, so please just let me know what you think! ~ @iluvwandee on twitter ~
