Kiss the Rain.

Finally, today my dear Willow has moved out of that damn hostel to a new place. Better? Perhaps. But at least it's way closer to school. Things will be settled, darling.

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Leaving her place after dinner, it started raining (again). Having planned to take train before that, I changed my mind and decided to take my sweet time waiting for bus 145 and then enjoy the longer trip home instead. I've always been rain-allergic to some extent since I was born. Strangely, I just felt chilled and sympathized by the rain today.

Leaning my nose against the cold window glass, I simply let my thoughts flow with the river of emotions. Puzzled. Confused. I just don't know what to do. But nobody else other than me ought to know. Car after car. Street after street. All lights were glowing and blending with each other, streaming a spontaneous movie right in front of my eyes.

'Being with you is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn't miss you
But I can't let you go
Oh yeah...'

Getting tired of piling up feelings, I rewarded myself a slight smile. Then, out of the sudden, I just realized I'd been kissing the rain all along - a long Eskimo kiss. Maybe that's why rain didn't hurt me at all. Just gently calmed my soul and swept the cobweb away.

For the first time, I would confess I like rain.
And I think I like you.