It rained every day, pouring through the membrane of silence. The sky was gray and gloomy, obscuring me with a film of solitary. I was not fine. Then I was. For a while.
The rain has stopped, and the sun is out. Birds singing, wild piglets squealing.
I wish I could’ve gone with you.
生まれてきてくれて、出逢ってくれて、ありがとう
What does nelkumi think? 