rain for me
Yes Seattle looks more gloomy as the month goes by into December. It becomes darker, more cold, more gloomy, and more melancholy. I enjoy it. I miss walking down the dark streets and hearing nothing but the rain. You get that sad feeling that you are alone, but still, the rain is there to comfort you, almost enveloping you within itself, telling you that it's okay to feel that way right now. Regardless of what the rain says to you, that pitter patter on your raincoat just whispers for you to think about why you are the way you are. Something about them just tap you over and over again, pestering you to introspect at your heart but still there are so many of them. So many of them make it hard to focus on one and it just drowns you. There are so many of them you become numb to all of them, so you take it all in. You don't even have your headphones in, becase that