There is something about the rain that has never made any sense to me. The way it gracefully hits the pavement yet is capable of destroying beautiful things. I don't understand how you can dance in it or have your tears hidden in it. I often try to be cheerful in the presence of rain but it never fails to make me feel lonely and nostalgic.

I've discovered that rain keeps its company in sadness. And I have found that it's good sometimes...

To be sad.