It rained peacefully, gently, joyfully. It seemed like the rain respected how I felt that day. I didn’t feel like smiling about things that didn’t need to be smiled about, but I also didn’t feel like frowning over things nobody considered frowning over. It was a day where my feelings didn’t matter… but the rain thought they mattered. The sky didn’t weep for me. The sky simply felt I needed to refine my sensitivity, cleanse my essence, be a ghost of the world for those few hours it decided to pour.