What if?

Raining outside,

Jimmy is silently watching each drop from his drawing room. The rains are fallingstraighty, not conflicting with the windowsil, not even leaving their mark on the glass. Just falling down over the grasses and letting them wet. Jimmy's solemnised eyes are capturing those views forward. Not with heavy mind, with some passions which were dead once. 'Actually, I wanted to erase each and every thing from your mind. Cause Happiness starts with Pain.' Closed his eyes and suddenly his mind says it from his deepness. He takes a hard breath. Never allows his heart to interfere, but today he does. He does for all the anticipations, all the assumptions, all the uppishness. Therefore, he is counting the drops, it isn't either for real, but he continues. Cause he'd seen his pains in each drops, what he never ever could count...