you said the rain looked like jail cells. how each consistent drop reminds you of the walls tht encompasses the soul. and in a greater context, you said it in school. haha. school might have really left us with alittle less freedom; entailing to rules, to commitments in studies, involvement in ccas.


and somehow you wanted to know how i felt about the raindrops too, but i didnt say anything. i couldnt. mind's a blank. i nearly agreed with you. :) my response was for you to go run out into the rain. and i rmbred you laughing at me. heh.


running out into the rain, because then you know you are capable of choosing the path that you wish. that even if the rain seemed overwhelming, our skin, our souls are must stronger than what's thrown at us. i rmbered how i used to render rain useless. how the rain would pour and i would be out there with my friends. friends, they make you feel anything is possible. but i figured now, i am less daring than before, much less.


raindrops, they fall and fall. to me, they are like obstacles you face, and then you failed, you fall. but you know that once you fall to the ground, you reached a puddle, a puddle where all obstacles, from everyone coalesce as one and you know that everyone is in this together. just so you know, the rain merely signifies how our hearts bind as one. as it connects, as the rain forms an imaginary line. we are never alone in this world.