It's raining.

I mean, it's pouring.

I can hear it coming down like buckets, the snaps of it hitting the pavement and the sidewalk and the house and the cars. It sounds like a croud of people snapping their fingers.

I don't know if it's a good kind of rain or a bad kind of rain. Sometimes when it rains, there's this dark, gloomy, forboding feeling that comes with it. Sometimes it's beautiful, purifying, clean rain that brings a feeling of peace. I don't know wich one it is tonight. I don't know what my feelings are, therefore I don't know what kind of reflection the rain makes of them.

It's kind of nice, actually. I'm not worrying as much as normal, I'm just waiting to feel something.

Just waiting.