The dance for rain.
I have been fighting boredom for the last three hours and it finally came to this: I'm writing something into my blog. I sort of didn't want to because I was planning to write a longer, better text later tonight. Then again, why should I restrain myself from writing?
Why am I waiting for the rain? Because I want to go running when it rains. There's probably nothing else in the city that brings you closer to the nature. Running when the cold drops of rain water crash on your skin like millions of tiny bombs. That's when you feel free.
.your tears don't fall.