Love the rain
Because when you want to cry, it cries for you.
The sadness that you've been masking with your lessons on optimal economic behavior and historical imagination are soon to be washed away.
Your most vulnerable thoughts:
The way you hate and love being around people
And
How Your desire to be with someone scares the living hell out of you, will be revealed by the rain.
Raw, Grimy, Muddy
No more endless to-do lists
No more dreading Mondays
No more mountain of readings
No more
       No more
No more
Because the pitter patter outside my window lulls my restlessness.
It brings me solace.
That awful things may come but wonderful things will also happen.