That day...
the rain was pouring hard like forever...
I was right there....
standing in the middle of the street...
alone...
I let out a chuckle...
can't help to feel how ironic it is..
that rain that made you feel happy when you are playing at it when you're still a kid...
turn 360 degrees when you became an adult...
hating it...
soon the chuckle turned into a laugh...
if there was someone out there to see a person laughing in the middle of a street...
they'll probably think i'm crazy...
and becoming mad...
yeah...
i guess that what's happening to me..
becoming mad...
mad to the world...
mad to the rain...
laughing as if happy...
but if you'll listen to it carefully...
it's the opposite of happiness...
it's full of bitterness...
and sadness...
like a silent cry...
and then i stopped...
and lifted my head up high...
and looked at the sky...
the cloudy and gloomy sky...
like a mirror...
as if it's reflecting what I feel inside...
the raindrops that drops on my face...
it hurts...
it's like crying for me...
or like wanting to disguise the tears that i want to let out as a raindrops..
either way...
it still helps me a lot...
even though i hate it...
I can't help to think...
like it want me to feel...
I'm not alone....
