Rain is Rain

Droplet upon droplet land against the window that I'm looking out of. My heart pumps in rhythm to the little tinkles as the water lands against the glass. I traced along the traces of water on the window. I've never really known how I feel about the rain. Today, the rain has become my friend, comforting me in my loneliness. It makes me feel as though I'm not alone; there's still life out there to find. But other days, rain seems like an enemy creating a barricade to leave me indoors all day. Stuck. Alone. Hopeless.

Overall, I guess rain is a blessing and a curse. The fields will be watered, but there may be flooding. The rain is refreshing, but the humidity will make you feel as though you can't breathe. The rain can be a friend, but it will also trap you only for itself. It is a jealous, vicious love. But ultimately, the rain makes me happy, but it can also make me sad.