No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

baby my rainy days make memories (and sugar cookies)

I turn all of my music on shuffle with my earbuds in, sitting on a bench with my back against the wall of the library.

Favorite Record comes on, full blast, and I feel myself relax against the rough brown bricks. Fall Out Boy always seems to perfectly match my mood. Something about Patrick's voice just adheres to all my emotions.

I pull my knees up to my chest and just breathe in the sweet, fresh air. There's a faint chatter from the odd student passing by and some random car noises, but besides all that it's peaceful. The sky is getting pretty gray and cloudy, but I don't mind.

I twirl a strand of my hair around my finger, then brush my hand through all of it.

I dig my hand through all my pockets, then my bag. I manage to scrounge up two hair bands, and I tie my hair back into two buns on the top of my head.

And when you ask, you ask me how I'm doing

Like you know, you know how much better off I am

And when we danced, we danced

With windows down, and we danced, we danced

I fiddle with the hole in the sleeve of my sweatshirt as I watch clouds inch their way across the sky. They're gray too.

The song ends, and there's just silence. For a while.

Either shuffle stopped, or Blood is playing.

Well, they encourage your complete cooperation

Well, there's that question answered.

I eventually move onto my shoelaces. I untie them and twirl them around, through, and in between my fingers.

I have the beginnings of a headache, and this is the best way to drown it. Music and tranquility. And though that may seem like an oxymoron, it works for me. And today, it might be easier than usual because the air hangs heavy with the prediction of rain soon.

Sure enough, I feel a couple raindrops on my shoulders and my head through my thick hair.

And as soon as Blood ends, the beginning of Addict With A Pen comes on.

My headache dissolves as soon as Tyler starts singing. His and Josh's presence (though they are just through my earbuds) are therapeutic.

The rain gets more consistent, and I slip my hand into my pocket to make sure my phone is still dry and protected.

By the time I decide I should be getting back, my hoodie has been thoroughly dampened and I'm starting to shiver a little bit. It is still only March, after all, and my hair is dripping.

I stand up from the bench. I must certainly be an odd sight for the couple of students I see rushing into the warm, sheltered library: my hair in its soaking wet buns and lonely demeanor.

Though I may be alone, I am far from lonely.

I walk through the pounding raindrops as if it was the sunniest of days. I love the rain. It's so refreshing and it makes me feel so alive.

Earlier today, I looked at the forecast and got super excited when it said rain, so I raced out the door in my rain boots, ready for it.

Now I'm thankful, because I can splash around in the puddles. And also because wet socks are the worst.

They're a bright yellow, contrasting the gray of the sky.