there are days when i’m just walking down woodwards road alone, staring up at the dark, grim sky, raindrops pouring down my face and cooling my skin. those days i lose track of all my concerns and worries and stress. i just look up at that huge sky and think that these petty, little problems of mine would just get lost in that huge sky and lose all of their significance, lose all of their annoying, eating-away-at-my-conscience attributes. those days, i just walk down that street and i’m content with everything about myself and everything about everything else.

and then there are days when i just want to crawl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep. but the rainy days are always better.