its the perfect weather to just crawl into your bed and close out the world from where you are. to shut your eyes and just listen to the battering of the raindrops as they make their way down from the heavens.
drop.
and with every new one a new memory of past times races across your mind. a memory of spoken and unspoken words. of secretive smiles and late night conversations. and for a moment you feel as if you were back there where your soul is burried. you feel at home.
only to open your eyes again and to realize that the thundering sounds you heard were not the monotone yet soothing wheels of a train but rather the brutal assault of that same rain which brought you your dreams.
what a cruel awakening.
and so you can do nothing more but smile sadly and pray that one day you will find your soul again.