It rains last week.


I felt like a child, walking as a daydreamer and being soaked. But I was so happy that I wanted to be like that for ever. It was so much like the feeling of being home. I loved the rain back then, and even for now...


It rained last night.


As usual, the rain reminded me of many many things just like an irresistible habit. A bad one though! There was something i really did not want to remember through that wall of freezing cold drops, but it just kept coming in and out of my head. Under the sky of that sadest color, clustering ceasingly at the horizon, my memory of your half way smile was floating, and your glance, and your coolness, and your coldness, and all of those. How could I put them together? Oh, I forgot the rain.

*Were you that hateful to me, i wondered?*


It rains today, too.





























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And I am getting drown in my own emotion.