*Sequel to And When He is Here* She has this theory. One that says you can't be upset if you're dancing in the rain. She says that it's physically impossible, it's like all good things is stored up in little water droplets that fall from the sky. I don't really know how she came up with this, but I know it's only from personal experience. She says that when you're in the rain, no umbrella, no rain coat, that you have to be happy. Well, she's clearly never been in a situation like this. Because here I am, standing out in the cold rain, torn apart.