Rain… The Sound of Rain… A Lonely Soul

Once again, I’m stuck at the office because of the rain. I don’t feel like going home yet; returning only means facing the same emptiness and loneliness in my small, square room. I sit and watch the rain pour down with no sign of stopping, listening to the sound of it hitting the office windows and the roof. To someone who feels lonely, the sound is almost melodious.

The rain… it reflects the act of throwing oneself from a great height into a void, only to crash into something eventually. The more I watch, the more it seems like letting go of my thoughts—letting them drift aimlessly without a destination, wandering endlessly. I let my thoughts go, let my heart fly freely until it collides with something, giving rise to a sense of loneliness that replaces the emptiness.

The sound of rain… it’s beautiful when you’re alone. Sitting and watching it fall, listening to its rhythm, seeing it strike the ground, though I can’t tell which drop makes which sound. Every drop sounds the same, like the pain of colliding with something. It’s no different from letting my thoughts drift freely until they hit something that amplifies the loneliness, turning it into tears…

Oh gosh… I’m daydreaming again…