The sound of the raindrops hitting the concrete streets of the city made me smile.
It's the best background music.
Like some crazy guy, I started to hum.
Why does everything seemed so slowly in the rain?
I started to wonder, what time it was? I needed to find a good excuse.
...
They started to get angry at me. I should have had to pull myself together.
"This is useless ... don't you have manners ... irresponsible ... why are you even ..."
My mind drifted away to the rain outside. Will someone get sick today? -probably. Will there be an accident? - certainly.
I bowed apologetically and murmured my excuse for what felt a hundred times.
In the studio I finished the song and started a new one.
The producer smiled at me when I submitted my work.
"Good work!" he congratulated me on my songs.
But that's what he said way to often.
Why does he said it? To cheer me up?
