Thank you, dear Rain......

Why do people run away from rain? Why are you afraid of the rain? It's such a good friend of mine. It came to accompany me when I'm feeling sad. Gently, it falls on me. "Patting" on my shoulder...it comforts me. It seems as though every single droplet contain those sweet little memories that I have, and helped me think better. As I walked the lonely path, with the company of my dearest friend, I just can't help but reach out my hand to allow my friend to fall on it. I held both my hands together, it was cold...as cold as my heart was...But as I get nearer to my house, I slowed down...the nearer I get, the slower I walked. I didn't want to lose that feeling. It felt like that day when I sat in the rain, but what's different now is that I won't feel that warmth in your hands anymore. People...be it driver, people in the shelter, people walking with umbrella. They looked at me as though I'm mad...Yes, perhaps I am to them. But why is it so? I don't feel neccessary to explain to them. What is so strange about me getting all wet? It rains, so it's only right that I get wet. Why do you run from rain? When I reached home, I was all wet, but I wasn't feeling cold, my dearest friend had warmth my heart. When I have things that I don't wish to share with anyone, I whisper to this friend of mine...It listened to me...everytime...I'm glad I wasn't alone when I'm down.
You're always there for me......Thank you, dear Rain......

Thanks.
~Kaze