I don’t hate sunny days. I just don’t often like them. They emit hope and happiness. They give people smiles and lighten up their moods. That’s a reason why people will start to go out, looking for fun. A crowded place is not what I dreamed of to be in. The feelings of eyes piercing behind me is enough to send shivers in my insides. I wasn’t not born for attention. I believe I was born for playing roles.
I love the rainy days. The gray, full of dark clouds, sky that will raise up and pour down below fascinates me. The light taps of the salted water on my skin, body and soul energizes the lonesome mood. The mellow tone of the rain drops soothe my tensed system. They bring out the comfort I’ve always looked for. They bring out the best friend I’ve always needed.
Sunny days may be good, but they’ll betray me one day. Though the rain, always the rain, gives me a kind of contentment and happiness I never thought I can ever have.