Rain

Well... You said rainy days... Will there be warm sunshine too... I think, for a moment, even if it existed That's always what I'm looking forward to Is it what I want to keep? Even if it is fleeting. Even though it leaves me with no sense of security at all. Even though it will definitely disappoint me. Even though it left me scarred. But why. I still hold on tightly but don't let go? Is it instinctive? Is it warmth? Is it expectation? Is it longing? Yes... I think not. Then... What is it... When the rain falls, there is a sound. This is natural. Why is it also like water? Animal tears cannot reach it. Because it's its own So you can't hear it?...... All this, I don't understand, I don't know, am I stupid, am I smart, it's too complicated, I don't want to think about it, but What should I do? What can I think of? Is it okay to jump to conclusions before doing it? What should I do if I know I can't reach it? So what if I like it...... It's not like dusk engulf you gradually The last bit of light left All are covered and there is very little left. Very painful But reluctant to let go because of expectation Even if I can never reach that little light Concept: What is the color of raindrops?