it rains.
but why do we associate it with sadness?
it's such an euphoric feeling, really. you sit on your floorboards for hours on end, and gentle droplets knock on your windows while you listen to your most nostalgic songs and you can't help but to get lost in your many thoughts. you stare at blank spaces as your heart fills with an unknown warmth; the world you call home comes to rest, and it seems as if it is waiting for you.
meanwhile, the rain.... it's the tears you haven't cried, whether they be the blissful ones or the blue ones. it's the i love you's you haven't said, or felt. it's the picture of a time you fail to remember. and... it's the hand that, at the end of the day, lets you know you are safe, and you know you are.
it rains, and it's a lullaby.
you wonder who else is listening.
