Rain is sometimes the only thing that keeps me calm.
The sound of raindrops falling to the ground or ticking my window is so relaxing.
I just want to… sit there… in the rain…
Nobody's gonna bother you and the only sound you'll hear is rain and wind and birds that'll fly in the air searching for shelter.
The coldness that abuses your flesh.
The wet clothes glued on your skin.
The water that drips down your cheeks.
But now I have a question.
Was it the rain that dripped down my cheek or my nth tear that I had shed that day?
