I Won't Say It, But I Hope You Know

By then, I could no longer tell whether the drops on my face were rain or snow. Rain and snow felt the same to me: both were cold, both made me sad. Maybe it was something about me, my emotions shifting how I rationally saw rain and snow. The steady patter of the rain made me feel like a tragic, lovelorn soul, while watching snowflakes swirl through the air made me feel lonely and sentimental.