....I’m lost for words...and I don’t know of what to do...it all happened in such a drastic...no wonder it was compared to the rain. The waterdrops always come suddenly and suprisingly on us, a few drops at first, and then...as time moves on, it’ll pour down all united in a big shower of water drops, connecting you to their existences as you’ll gradually become a part of the rain. But once you get used to it, it’ll stop. As the clouds are all emptied, the droplets will stop, and the only traces left of it all will be you in your wet clothes. And you’ll be standing there, thinking: Was I the only one to experience this rain? Will it be no prove for its existence except for my fading memory of it?
I enjoyed reading it, thank you for reading everything of this weird review:3
December Rain