Someone asked me why I like rain, why I like to stand and stare into the rain-filled distance...

It rained, a brief session at five in the morning yesterday. Brief, but intense. Cold winds swept raindrops throughout the corridor, making my room such a nice warm place to retreat to. I think one reason I like rain, is for the company it gives me. Instead of surviving on a normal, humid night, I have the patter of raindrops, the movement of raindrops for company. Millions of raindrops falling and falling... I feel as though we are soulmates, as though we have something in common, that we could share our secrets and our lives. To see the projection of raindrops on a streeplamp on the cold white color of the next building. The amplification of the flow of raindrops, the shadows coming and going...

In response to the question someone asked me, I don't know. I don't know why I like rain and love standing around and staring... She thinks its scary of me. That's not new. Since when have I been all sweet and nice and lovable.

Apart from being depressed, this post also seems to me that I'm becoming delusional. Clinically, delusional. Do not be surprised to see me in a straight jacket, if we ever meet again.