Drip! Drip! Drip ! The harsh liquid hitting down on me. I look up and see the clear dirty moisture pouring down on me. The wetness slowly taking over my clothes.
Drop after drop, the sweet revealing noise that I can hear.Desiring for warmth. Although, it's fun and realeses a weird feeling. It can also, bring coldness and illness with it.
I change in my clothes and sit to next to the window as the warmth of the house hugs me. I look outside to see the rain gently patting down on the rooftop the drops sliding down the window.
I like rain because they are the tears that the clouds make. The tears that fall on me to bring happiness with sadness along the way. The tears that brings comfort to me.
This was just so weird. But yh. Cringe away
