Chapter 16

I've always believed that winter was the perfect cure to whatever bad thing. I don't follow the way of writers and poets who exaggerate in describing winter. But, to me, it is a peculiar situation.

I wonder how it brings comfort to my heart though the atmosphere turns to be dark grey. Fools run in the streets to hide from it.

I remember every winter I passed by.. I remember how school_ which I hated to wake up early for_ was the beloved place to my heart, as there was a reason driving me to go and refresh myself with rain drops, without mother's objection of course.

I remember my laziness and the slowness of my steps very well while walking to school, despite my preference to go by transportation but it was my golden chance.

A kiss under the rain, invisible crying beneath it.

The rain, that hideous stupid crying for those who don't deserve to shed a tear for them, comes to wash the disappointment that filled our hearts till they flood.